Darkmeat 4 Sale

Every week it’s the same
Dark meat for sale
And like others I know
It’s hard to pass up a sale
And at the very least
She’ll keep me warm
Nine months to the day
Field hand is born
Everyone looks the same
Dark meat for sale
No one has a last name
«X» marks the sale
There’s a fork around your neck
Forks are for food
It was just a joke
To lighten the mood
There’s a song in the air
The boys start to sing
It’s as if through their words
They’re plotting something