Fast Food World

Song Fast Food World
Artist Promoe
Album The Long Distance Runner

Lyrics

Verse 1:
It's all bloody, covered in shame/
the slaughterhouse where four number's your name/
I hate this place, the urine, the pain/
they try to clean but can't get ride of the stains/
So full of life, next minute she dead/
I never could figure this blood spillin' in vain/
and they call it my work, yo the give me the blame/
for more than X million a insane killings a day/
with machine's sent straight from hell/
stabbin' your face Norman Bate's motel/
Death traps and kidnaps, cows and pigs that/
lay with open on the floor with big rats/
runnin' around, germs havin' a field day/
Bacterias all over the steelblade/
sprendin' me throught the meat industry/
I'm death I bet you're not pleased to meet me, it's...
Chorus:
Murder/ Suppolín' bloody meat for a fast food world/
(repet)
Verse2:
We keep 'em comin' no time rest, now/
Here's your knife, cut 'em up by the chest, now/
Upside down so the blood run out/
After that clean it out till the guts come out/
Now, there's no end I've been begun at eight/
seventeen days straight I'm always runnin' late/
I'm workin' overtime, but I'm underpaid/
the campany treatin' my like fuckin' slave/
Need to little cash so i can run away/
but the light at the end of tunnel ain't/
visible, I'm too tried got a stomach ache/
Can't concetrate, it must've been sumth'n I ate/
Then he suddenly slipped and he slit his wrist/
Broke his neck in the fall midst the shit and piss/
Thinkin' 'bout his little sis' and the bittre twist:/
now he's dying like campany's sins were his/
While his boss a real Mr. Slick/
dismissed the union that could've ride the risk/
but he had to have peple workin' triple shifts/
Ani't no accident call it what itrealy is, it's...
Chorus:
Murder/ suppolín' sickness in a fast food world/
And is a murder/ supply coruption in a fast food world/
I see murder...
Verse 3:
Steppin' through the golden arches/
where murder is neatly packed and heart rates/
increase with the grease smarin' on my domepice/
Extra chees ! I'm takin' that to go please/
Cloggin' up my artories, part of my wanna leaove/
My apology is simply that time is robbin' me/
Nobody see the commodites is still victims/
So is the one buyin' the shiie from hell's kitchen/
Stunblin' to the ground, pains the abdomin/
paralizin' his body like something sttabin' him/
but the doctor's found nothing wrong when examining
Two days later his wife came home paniking/
Yo, she faund him on the couch with the remote control/
hangin' from his cold hand they just spoke on the phone/
The autopsy show it was the E. coli/
Bad luck with bad some meat? Nah, it's probably...
Chorus:
Murder/ suppolín' sickness in the fast food world/
I see murder/
supplyin' poisen in the fast food world...
Outtro:
Well, nothin' with the eye, mouth or teeth/
Rasta no eat/
and I'm not jokin'/
Rasta no meel/
Nothin' with the eye, mouth or teeth/
Rasta no eat/
and I'm not jokin'/
No, no, no

Pinyin

Verse 1:
It' s all bloody, covered in shame
the slaughterhouse where four number' s your name
I hate this place, the urine, the pain
they try to clean but can' t get ride of the stains
So full of life, next minute she dead
I never could figure this blood spillin' in vain
and they call it my work, yo the give me the blame
for more than X million a insane killings a day
with machine' s sent straight from hell
stabbin' your face Norman Bate' s motel
Death traps and kidnaps, cows and pigs that
lay with open on the floor with big rats
runnin' around, germs havin' a field day
Bacterias all over the steelblade
sprendin' me throught the meat industry
I' m death I bet you' re not pleased to meet me, it' s...
Chorus:
Murder Suppolí n' bloody meat for a fast food world
repet
Verse2:
We keep ' em comin' no time rest, now
Here' s your knife, cut ' em up by the chest, now
Upside down so the blood run out
After that clean it out till the guts come out
Now, there' s no end I' ve been begun at eight
seventeen days straight I' m always runnin' late
I' m workin' overtime, but I' m underpaid
the campany treatin' my like fuckin' slave
Need to little cash so i can run away
but the light at the end of tunnel ain' t
visible, I' m too tried got a stomach ache
Can' t concetrate, it must' ve been sumth' n I ate
Then he suddenly slipped and he slit his wrist
Broke his neck in the fall midst the shit and piss
Thinkin' ' bout his little sis' and the bittre twist:
now he' s dying like campany' s sins were his
While his boss a real Mr. Slick
dismissed the union that could' ve ride the risk
but he had to have peple workin' triple shifts
Ani' t no accident call it what itrealy is, it' s...
Chorus:
Murder suppolí n' sickness in a fast food world
And is a murder supply coruption in a fast food world
I see murder...
Verse 3:
Steppin' through the golden arches
where murder is neatly packed and heart rates
increase with the grease smarin' on my domepice
Extra chees nbsp! I' m takin' that to go please
Cloggin' up my artories, part of my wanna leaove
My apology is simply that time is robbin' me
Nobody see the commodites is still victims
So is the one buyin' the shiie from hell' s kitchen
Stunblin' to the ground, pains the abdomin
paralizin' his body like something sttabin' him
but the doctor' s found nothing wrong when examining
Two days later his wife came home paniking
Yo, she faund him on the couch with the remote control
hangin' from his cold hand they just spoke on the phone
The autopsy show it was the E. coli
Bad luck with bad some meat? Nah, it' s probably...
Chorus:
Murder suppolí n' sickness in the fast food world
I see murder
supplyin' poisen in the fast food world...
Outtro:
Well, nothin' with the eye, mouth or teeth
Rasta no eat
and I' m not jokin'
Rasta no meel
Nothin' with the eye, mouth or teeth
Rasta no eat
and I' m not jokin'
No, no, no