Dirt - Slaughterhouse Rock

From the slaughterhouse comes a hateful cry,the soul is dead, the carcass to fry, where is your mercy now god? from the flesh that weeps to the blood that stains, meat has no forgiveness, it just feels pain. where is your mercy now god? to live to meet the butchers hook, to die for food to cook, where is your mercy now god? from the cradle to the grave is how were brought to live,but from the mud to someone's belly is no life for a pig, there is no mercy now god. there is no god. amen.