Welcome to Cell Block 427 it's 10 o'clock at night   Can you see the rows of bodies twitching in their sleep   And if you're hungry, if you fancy a bite   The guards will be obliged to pick the fattest from the heap      They drag the body through the filth by a cruelly mutated arm   Up into the kitchen of the human factory farm   It tries to scream but can't without a tongue   One more slaughtered in the kitchen of the human factory farm      [Recipe:]   Take your body, grease it well and rip the kidneys out   The sweat must be left on the skin, the throat allowed to bleed   Prepare a stuffing, smash the jaw and jam it down the throat   Then braise your beast for two hours for a healthy, filling treat      Back in Cell Block 427 the rest don't care if he's missing   Two beasts fuck frantically, fearful of their slaughter   One bloated specimen rolls off its mate and proceeds with pissing   The shit drips between his legs as he pisses on his rotting daughter