Bob Gaulke - Fresh Meat Lyrics

They used to be middle class
Crawling now on broken glass
Cardboard houses
Broken into

Selling the butler
For a pound of butter
Trading pearls
And furs for food

No more questions asked
Secrets torn in half
Brute survival's
The only truth

Selling beds
Daughters' wealth
Trading for protection
Fresh meat's gotta do

I was more a neighbor
Than a bystander
When they were pulled
Out of the pool

I gave them help
At some expense to myself
Carrying spoils
Trailing perfumes

Crowd went the other way
I took them to my place
Her dad barely
Catching his breath

Appetites gave away
Before the getaway
Now it's our turn
Served on the rack