Letra de Prime Cut

[t. victor-t. parsons] Shake the slab of flesh, taunting for a fetch, Time to ring the chime. Wet the appetite, teeth are grinding tight, Reinforcing life. Drooling down the sides, eyes are bulging wide Yes the price is right. The cut is very tough, gristles good enough They all need a bite. No tolling of the bell, just the one to hell There they'll all know. Thimbleful to chance, pay the luxury tax Do not pass go. Try and bring the beef, see what is to keep Not a pretty sight. The cut is very tough, you bit the big bluff Take another bite.