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Thought For Food moving along like darkness into shade
through veins of the sunset 'neath todays castles
thoroughly crammed into a number 6 train
back in new york on the subway
triggered my old sometimes subconcious thought
it got me thinking, again, how for their wealth
we're herded around like cattle
or cage-free
as a tyson chicken gets
an hour to play out of the smaller cage
into the bigger fence
that's what we've become
and the livestock never knows
when its turn to the slaughter
is gonna come
and none ever make it back to tell the rest
how
how we're processed in this system
innocent bystanders
or maybe we live as guilty victims
as guilt and innocence linger
(and someone closes the door too quick)
the train operator's passing on being mistreated
after the union was crushed from above
by herded feet yelling "i wanna go home"
thinking about themselves everybody's wrong
we come to a sudden stop
it got me thinking, again, how for the wealthiest we're herded around like cattle
or cage-free
as a tyson chicken gets
an hour to play out of the smaller cage
where birds buy their time
among dinner knives
and the livestock never knows
when its turn to the slaughter
is gonna come
and none ever make it back to tell the rest
how
how we're processed in this system
innocent bystanders
or maybe we live as guilty victims
as guilt and innocence linger
how we're processed in this system
innocent bystanders
or maybe we live as guilty victims
as guilt and innocence linger
as guilt and innocence linger
back in new york
