Текст песни Meat Market - Margalee

I wanna take the feathers out of my head
I'm no longer enchanted by this relationship
I wanted more color
I wanted more sun
More green, more yellow, more blue, more sky
I wanted more than this, the feeling like I
I, I had ought to die

They take the meat
They take the meat
They take it, yea, we know... to slaughter
They take the meat
They take the meat
They take it
And then they buy another cow

I get high, I get in tune with my body
I fit it like a glove, I write poems for the ether
They fly, fly up like doves
I light the stage, I build the stage
I touch the sky, I touch it, yea
I could write this music stuff for a while
I'm a child
And then you drag me right back down

They take the meat
They take the meat
They take it, yea, we know... to slaughter
They take the meat
They take the meat
They take it
And then they buy another cow

But I'm just the wounded artist, fuck me
I'm a sinner, I'm a clown, a loser
A poet with no point at all
Yes, I'm the plant turned upside down
Got no water left in my roots cause you
You run me dry
I guess you'll buy another cow
I guess you'll buy another cow
Tell me darling, I really wanna know
Am I sexy?
Am I sexy?
I wanna look good, I wanna be good, yea