SHRIMPOCakeBakeBetty11 this🍤 Come and get me out of this town, oh nowCome and save meCome and rescue me from this giant hotel full of bones and babiesTake a look at yourself, a look that will sellCall your aunt about the teeth she abandonedYeah, while she placed 'em in a can and canned 'emIt's the same as any day nowExcept your teeth are falling out and you're going upstairsYeah, you're going upstairsIt's an upstairs harmonyAnd when you get there you can write a song to keep you companyThere are good things, there are good things to eatAnd tonight we're eating meat(Goody, goody, goody!)There's a couple of things I should tell you aboutThat the f***ers wouldn't sell, 'cause they're too cheap to tellIt's the men who feed on human beingsAnd they dawdle aboutWith their bellies hanging outYou can wash your fingers, but they never leaveYou can bite your tongue, but it turns them onAnd when you're ready to go, they'll pinch at your sidesAnd they'll make you reciteBrilliant songs about the symphonyI hate their skinAnd I hate their treesAnd their yards that they wrap with their plastics and greensAnd their white housesTheir goddаmn white teethAnd the chemicals drenched on the hair that they squeezeI hate their sеxAnd the brats that they breеdAnd the air that they breatheAnd they hated meAnd they hated meAnd they hated meAnd they hated meAnd they hated meBut then they ate me, and then they ate meAnd they thought I was tastyWell, then they ate me, and then they ate me