You are what you eat
You are what you eat
You are what...

So why do you wonder?
So why do you wonder?
So why do you wonder?

That you look like a pig
And smell like a dead piece of meat
Your hands are bloody
And so are your feet

Does an animal have a soul?
Do they feel the pain
When a pointed piece of steel
Cracks their forehead up and makes a hole
Preparing an entrance for the steel
To slide into the head
Through the brain
And all the way down
Inside their spine
To make them lame?

Do they have a soul Those who make them feel that pain?