Basted In Blood 歌词

We gather together For yams, beans, and cranberry sauce. But have you given much thought lately To the turkey holocaust? 200 million noble birds Slaughtered every fall. Ainüt no difference between Hitler, Stalin, And the folks at Butterball, Butterball. So set your tables, America From Birmingham to Branson. But when you carve that turkey You're a finger lickin' Charlie Manson. Enjoy your pumpkin pie, Your buttery Idaho spuds, Grandma's chestnut stuffing, And a turkey basted in blood. Basted in blood Basted in blood Basted in blood Enjoy your turkey, enjoy... Basted in blood Basted in blood Basted in blood Basted in blood Basted in blood Basted in blood.