"Eat Men Eat" lyrics
It's always here
Drying your clothes in the sun
Alone, slowly burning away
I'm so thirsty I might die thirty miles from mines
"Have you seen the drunken captain singing?
What d'you want to know?"
"One more night in Absalom
Help yourselves men to whiskey, onions, and chilis!
Eat, men, eat! Eat, men, eat! Eat, men, eat!"
Company A, wake with a start
Stomachs open
Burning hearts (Burning hearts with drills and lines this red liquid mined and)
Captain bottles Rennie's red wine
Remember why we're here
"Don't touch Rio Tinto's bottom line"
Three long nights in the pits they called Hell
Captain's food got me sick and, oh, so sleepy
"I love you, but I can feel my chest bubbling!"
Oh, so heavy and then, oh, so light
Almost something
As we ran, arm in arm, from the burning crater
Captain's screams echo:
"You fucking faggots ain't seen the last of me yet
I'll have the last laugh, you cunts, soon you'll see
Each day you wake, and each night you sleep
I'll be camped in your chests, burning! Burning!"
But we kept running, turned our backs on old Hell
With wine in our hearts, hailed as saviors of new!
Drying your clothes in the sun
Alone, slowly burning away
I'm so thirsty I might die thirty miles from mines
"Have you seen the drunken captain singing?
What d'you want to know?"
"One more night in Absalom
Help yourselves men to whiskey, onions, and chilis!
Eat, men, eat! Eat, men, eat! Eat, men, eat!"
Company A, wake with a start
Stomachs open
Burning hearts (Burning hearts with drills and lines this red liquid mined and)
Captain bottles Rennie's red wine
Remember why we're here
"Don't touch Rio Tinto's bottom line"
Three long nights in the pits they called Hell
Captain's food got me sick and, oh, so sleepy
"I love you, but I can feel my chest bubbling!"
Oh, so heavy and then, oh, so light
Almost something
As we ran, arm in arm, from the burning crater
Captain's screams echo:
"You fucking faggots ain't seen the last of me yet
I'll have the last laugh, you cunts, soon you'll see
Each day you wake, and each night you sleep
I'll be camped in your chests, burning! Burning!"
But we kept running, turned our backs on old Hell
With wine in our hearts, hailed as saviors of new!
Writer(s): Morgan Simpson, Cameron Overeynder, Geordie Greep
