The Song Fight Bulletin Board

Meat Grinder
Toby Roktot/2015
verse 1
Dark corner, cold, young girl, sexual innuendo
car stops, she bends forward,to the open window
she nods, gets inside
drives to the end of the street
takes money, pulls up her skirt, lies down in the back seat
chorus
meat grinder, a long way from home
how it (all) happened, how she got here
no one will (ever) know
meat grinder, tryin' to make ends meet
another meat grinder, another wayward girl,
walkin' the street
verse 2
She does what she's paid for, like a dozen times before
pulls up her panties, smooths her skirt,
starts to open the door
she feels the hand pulling her arm
sees the flash of the blade
no one to hear her last breath
as the car pulls away
chorus

Hippy likes Hippy snacks.
Hippy thinks they taste so good.
Hippy likes the Hippy snacks.
They're made of whole grain wholesome wood.

Hippy snacks make them better than me, make them better than you.
Hippy snacks make them better than me, make them better than you.
Hippy snacks make them better than me, make them better than you.
Hippy snacks make them better than me, make them better.

Yuppie likes Yuppie snacks.
Yuppie likes them made of meat.
Yuppie likes the Yuppie snacks.
Suck them from the Yuppie teat.

Yuppie snacks make them better than me, make them better than you.
Yuppie snacks make them better than me, make them better than you.
Yuppie snacks make them better than me, make them better than you.
Yuppie snacks make them better than me, make them better, better, better, better.

Hippy don't like Yuppie snacks.
They prefer things made of soy.
Yuppie don't like hippy snacks.
Would rather play with shiny toy.

Hippy snacks make them better than me, make them better than you.
Hippy snacks make them better than me, make them better than you.
Hippy snacks make them better than me, make them better than you.
Hippy snacks make them better than me, make them bitter.

Meat Grinder
by Jerkatorium

oven rack, coffee pot, butter knife, rolling pin
microwave, cutting board, gravy boat, muffin tin
oven mitt, chafing dish, mason jar, salad bowl
butcher knife, coffee cup, mandolin, casserole

the meat grinder, reminds me of you
and all you put me through
the meat grinder, a sad reminder
meat grinder, meat grinder

eggbeater, breadbox, wine rack, hand blender
dish washer, pie pan, cheese grater, colander
tupperware, salad tongs, butter dish, egg timer
pairing knife, garlic press, nutcracker, meat grinder

the meat grinder, reminds me of you
and all you put me through
the meat grinder, a sad reminder
meat grinder, meat grinder

barbecue
barbecue

Meat Grinder
by Jim Fallope and his Fallopian Dudes

He's a rock 'n' roll Mennonite,
he's really cool, no, he's not up-tight,
he's the one who really broke the mold;
give him a guitar and he'll rock your mortal soul.

He's a rock 'n' roll meat grinder,
he's shredding sounds that never were,
keeps cranking even after all the cows come home;
electric nightmare through a machine smartly chromed.

He's a rock 'n' roll renegade,
he's digging Little Richard and Marvin Gaye,
spinning wax in his room all alone;
a-womp-bomp-a-loo-bop, he'd rather be dog-gone.

He's a rock 'n' roll anarchist,
he's one half Souvarine and one half Kiss,
he's the one who lit the match they say;
give him a bomb and he'll ruin any holiday.

Hey, hey, hey...

I sometimes wish I were more like him,
but everything thing he does is a sin.

I sometimes wish I could be light as air,
omniscient and everywhere,
so there.

I'm a rock 'n' roll incompetent,
I'm not good enough to be in a band,
I really don't have any skill at all.
Give me a guitar and I'll make you cover your ears.

MEAT GRINDER

Scraping scum off the fountain
Kona winds off the mountain
LEDs a purple shade of white
Move the tables, it's raining
Roll out cables, complaining
Strike it all again later tonight

Another day in the meat grinder, baby
Welcome to my life (grind grind grind grind)

Drunk guy's fallen, he's injured
Trim arecas and gingers
Work a second job just to survive
Shower wall needs patching
Dog is itching and scratching
Wife's got PMS hide all the knives

CH

Shouldn't complain
It's the price i pay
For the choices I have made
A few regrets, of course,
And yet
It's made me who I am today

CH

Meat Grinder
By glennny

Once upon a time in a nursery rhyme
There were three bears looking for a home invader
Goldie Locks and the Golden Goose
Were a parkour chick and a hardcore skater

(They) stumbled upon the bear’s abode
So they went inside like a Minecraft Miner
Golden Goose he had to poop,
So G-Locks cranked like an old meat grinder

The Goose produced a couple bricks
and Baby Bear, he got real sick
Ma and Pa prepared to fight
Pretty far from “just right”

Goldie jumped, and Goldie rolled
Then she kicked hot soup into Papa’s eyes
GG’s deck was a perfect threat
When he flipped it up, ‘n took ‘em by surprise

Mama Bear was sitting there
To protect her cub, (she) needed no reminder
Grabbed the locks, and to her shock
She made mincemeat, just like an old meat grinder

The bloody scene was tangerine
The Goose was useful to the Berenstain’s
They tied him up super tight
Pretty far from “just right”

Pigfarmer Jr - Meat Grinder

You say you hate the one percent
"It's all unfair!"
You're standing in the streets
You put your faith in the government
you say you care
You fight against the greed

But you don't know they're bought and sold
They're all for rent
The political elite
The politicians are all controlled
To some extent
It's pure deceit

They put us in the meat grinder
and throw us all
throw us all away
Look inside the meat grinder
There's nothing left, nothing left
They put us in the meat grinder and throw us all
Throw us all away
Look inside the meat grinder
There's nothing left
Nothing left to see

If you dont like the war machine
Then turn away
It's coming after you
You're a part of the shattered dream
You can't get away
It's coming after you

You give power to the government
But you are wrong
They're part of the abuse
All our freedoms just came and went
They're all long gone
They're all gone

They put us in the meat grinder
and throw us all
throw us all away
Look inside the meat grinder
There's nothing left, nothing left
They put us in the meat grinder and throw us all
Throw us all away
Look inside the meat grinder
There's nothing left
Nothing left of me

They put us in the meat grinder
and throw us all
throw us all away
Look inside the meat grinder
There's nothing left, nothing left
They put us in the meat grinder and throw us all
Throw us all away
Look inside the meat grinder
There's nothing left
Nothing left to see