What We Taste Like

What We Taste Like

I think when we go belly-up and spill our last seed

And the rats and roaches feast on eyes and tongues found in high weeds

We'll all taste a bit like chicken mixed with gunpowder and greed

I know you think we're made of God and human souls taste sweet

But we all taste like chicken mixed with chickenshit and feed

We'll be rations for the rats and roaches scurrying for seats

And if our last effort is in helping them survive

We'll have done the sweetest thing of our lives