kill the turkey
shoot him down
pluck his feathers
make him ground, make burgers
kill the cow
slit his throat
let him bleed
make steaks, make burgers good to eat 

kill the beast 
who took our dirt
oh, black gold
if you want it bad enough
keep your eyees on the prize 

kiss the clever one who said
you made your bed
now lie in it, die in it
kiss the shit that hit the fan
when you went and killed another man
if you want it bad enough
keep your eyes on the prize