Eat the Meek - Frank Turner

Because there’s never gonna be enough space

So eat the meek, enjoy the waste

It’s always gonna be a delicacy

So lick your chops and eat the meek

Why must we stay where we don’t belong

Why must we stay where we don’t belong

The factory mass producing fear, bottled,

Capped, distributed near and far

Sold for a reasonable price

The people, they love it, they feed it

Brush with it, bathe with it, breathe it

Inject it direct to the blood

It seems to be replacing love

Why must we stay where we don’t belong

Why must we stay where we don’t belong

Because there’s always gonna be token truth

Forgotten code discarded youth

You know there’s always gonna be pedigree

One own the air one pay to breathe

Why must we stay where we don’t belong

Why must we stay where we don’t belong

Why must we stay where we don’t belong

Why must we stay where we don’t belong

Why must we stay where we don’t belong

Why must we stay where we don’t belong, don’t belong