As an omnivore I really don’t need to know that the meat I am eating is hosed down with ammonia, formerly nurtured with human feces or tortured. I also don’t need to know that the vegetables I am eating are genetically engineered and covered in poisonous chemicals.

Why?

Because I eat the flesh of a dead animal and there is nothing more disgusting than that. If I’m okay with eating death then I am pretty sure I am okay with a few eyeball remnants, alimentary canal chunks or poisons winding up in some grease-fried cheeseburger I am eating.

It’s absolutely disgusting at it’s core and I wish I didn’t like it. I like animals and I don’t have to sustain myself at the cost of their miserable, little lives.

But I do it anyway because I am disgusting and lazy and I enjoy the taste because I grew up in a place where I didn’t connect what I saw in a field with what I saw on my plate.

Every time I see a new article about pink slime or chemicals or whatever it is that ended up in my meat I don’t get disgusted or outraged. I am already disgusted and outraged that I am happily feasting on some poor animal’s carcass. Any other gross thing you care to tell me about it doesn’t even compare to eating something else’s death. P.S. that chicken burrito I just ate was delicious.

Judge said, “Son, you better say your prayers
Got a noose that fits you and some gallow stairs
And by this time tomorrow you won’t be alive
Soon we’ll be giving you 10,000 volts”
And I said, “Make that twenty-five”

The firing squad have got me right in their sights
Got me strapped up tightly with some dynamite
And I hear the executioner has got a brand new kink
He’s giving me cyanide to breathe and strychnine to drink

So dress me in chains and bind me in shackles
The last thing you’ll hear is my cold-hearted cackle
The last thing you’ll see is my twisted leer
I’m a condemned man and I’ll never get out of here

The searchlight’s sweeping up from the prison tower
The clock is creeping up to the midnight hour
Outside they’re wailing, “Repent, repent, repent, and believe”
There’s a telephone ringing but no chance of reprieve

All you straight-shooters and God-fearing dolts
Can be scared rigid by electrical volts
But I can’t be killed by any regular means
Or I’ll come back to haunt you and visit your dreams

So dress me in chains and bind me in shackles
The last thing you’ll hear is my cold-hearted cackle
The last things I’ll leave are my fondest regards
I’m a condemned man and they’re dragging me these last few yards

May twelve angels guard you 
While you sleep 
Maybe that’s a waste of angels I don’t know 
I’d do anything to keep you safe 
From the danger that surrounds us 

Little by little 
Bit by bit 
Little bit by little bit 
Now you got it that’s it 
What’re you thinking? 
Things’ll go sour? 
Take its temperature every hour 
Nervous when you own it 
Nervous when it’s gone 
What do you think has been going on 
For so long? 

You are the air 
Inside my chest 

You’re the one 
You broke my heart 
You made me cry 
You’re the one 
You broke my heart 
You made me cry 

You’re the one 
You broke my heart 
You made me cry 
You’re the one 

But when I hear it from the other side 
It’s a completely different song 
I’m the one who made you cry 
And I’m the one who’s wrong 
In my dream you spoke to me 
And you said 

You’re the one 
You broke my heart 
You made me cry 
You’re the one 
You broke my heart 
You made me cry 
You’re the one 
You broke my heart 
You made me cry 
You’re the one 

Nature gives us shapeless shapes 
Clouds and waves and flame 
But human expectation 
Is that love remains the same 
And when it doesn’t 
We point our fingers 
And blame blame blame 

You’re the one 
You broke my heart 
You made me cry 
And I’m the one 
I broke your heart 
I made you cry 
And you’re the one 
You broke my heart 
You made me cry 
We’re the ones

She’s pulling out the pin
That lets her hair fall down
She shakes her head and
It goes tumbling
Her smile was out of place
So she swept it off her face

Let me find the words and say them
Like some softly whispered Amen

As she starts to pull away
And all the lights begin to dim
Is she thinking of me
Or is she thinking of him
She’s pulling out the pin

She’s slipping off the hook
Unbuttoning her dress
There’s just enough to make some man a mess
She tears away the veil
With her fingernails

She came out high and kicking
While the band played “Hey good lookin’”
Do you hear something ticking?

Did somebody tell her
You can really be redeemed
Could she actually be
As desperate as she seems
She’s tearing at the seams
She’s going to extremes
Nobody told her it was a sin
So she’s pulling out the pin

She’s taping up her hands
Just as a boxer will
They started laughing
But if looks could kill
She’d take them down right now
She’s covering her mouth
With some unholy vow
There’s nothing more to say
This is her wedding day

Full of shattered glass and mayhem
Not one softly whispered amen
When the shock announcement dawns
And the smoke begins to thin
Where the world without her ends
And the next one begins
She’s pulling out the pin