Eat Your Young - Bekon's Choral Version

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

I'm starving, dying

Let me put my lips to something

Let me wrap my teeth around the world

Start carving, darling

I wanna smell the dinner cooking

I wanna feel the edges start to burn

Honey, I wanna race you to the table (ooh-ooh)

If you hesitate, the getting is gone

I won't lie, if there's something to be gained (ooh-ooh)

There's money to be made (ooh-ooh)

Whatever is still to come

Get some

Pull up the ladder when the flood comes

Throw enough rope until the legs have swung

Seven new ways that you can eat your young (ooh-ooh)

Come and get some

Skinning the children for a war drum

Putting food on the table, selling bombs and guns

It's quicker and easy when I eat your young

You can't buy this finesse

Let me see the heat get to you

Let me watch the dressing start to peel

It's a kindness

Highness

Crumbs enough for everyone

Old and young are welcome to the meal

Honey, I wanna race you to the table (ooh-ooh)

If you hesitate, the getting is gone

I won't lie, if there's something to be gained (ooh-ooh)

There is money to be made

Whatever's still to come

Get some

Pull up the ladder when the flood comes

Throw enough rope until the legs have swung

Seven new ways that you can eat your young

Come and get some

Skinning the children for a war drum

Putting food on the table, selling bombs and guns

It's quicker and easy when I eat your young