Throw down all your silver spoons
Eat all the raw meat
With your hands
Pick it up piece by piece . . .
Pick it up piece by piece . . .
Where are the bodies for dinner?
I want my food!
What if you were starving to death
And the only food you had was me
What would you say to the cannibal question?
Would your answer be perfectly free?
Your mother told you never to eat your friends
With your fingers and hands
I say you ought to
Eat what you will
Shove it in your mouth any way that you can
You think that I will come to your mouth
Looking for a home
But I get stuck sideways in your throat
Like a Godot chicken bone
Where are the bodies for dinner?
I want my food!
Stay out the kitchen children
The cook is cleaning his rod
He just got back from the open market
Shooting his food on the run
Your mother told you never to eat your friends
With your fingers and hands
I say you ought to
Eat what you will
Shove it in your mouth any way that you can
Sharpen your teeth for the family feast
Let all the hungry drool roll down your chin
Hide the human and bring out the beast
Let all the animal games begin!
Where are the bodies for dinner?
I want my food!
You could learn to dine on your friends
Pour their bones into a cannibal soup
Muscles like steak blood like wine
Save the brains to be in the stew
Your mother told you never to eat your friends
With your fingers and hands
I say you ought to
Eat what you will
Shove it in your mouth any way that you can
Scarlet juices oozing slow
Boiling in the human steam
Is it human dinner we’re talking about?
Then slice me tender arm meat
Where are the bodies for dinner?
I want my food!
Oily fingers can hardly wait
Bodies are slumped facing the plate
Wake up the drunks the coffee’s on
Fourteenth courses have come and gone
So long
All day sucker
Your candy has come and gone
Happy to love you with your mouth wide open
Just keep coming
Cannibals all
Cannibals all!
Grace Slick
“Silver Spoon”
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