Panic In Cicero Lyrics - The Jesus Lizard

If you hunt them that way 

You can taste the fear in their meat 

If you hunt them that way 

You can taste the fear in their meat 

Sharp little points 

Being as nice as can be 

They start to bring in their knives, slowly, tenderly 

Putting them into your chest 

Mistreated, mistreated by animals 

Mistreated, mistreated by animals 

Owh, blup, rup, no, no, ehh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh