light the bowl tap the keg barbecue in the dark butchery of cattle parts / we like dead beef bovine cuisine thick and sweet bloody red meat / stuffing our face skipping the grace slaughter the beast mankind shall feast / we'll cut the steak if you provide the beer burning flesh saturates the evening air / cattleist engorged by such a tasty kill born and grazed simply to become a meal / as we smoke we drink just to quench our thirst fill our bodies with the blood of the earth / bottled hops and killer pot there's nothing hurt / cattlechopps and special sauce we'll smoke dessert / take a ribeye home give your dog the bone / no recipe just barbecued meat / many cows per field one license to grill