They Are the Meat - The Residents

I was lifted up high

To a hole in the sky

Where God told me to dig

I found figures of pigs

He put his butchers to work

With a competent clerk

Executing those who

Had abandoned the truth

Then four faces appeared

Around the sides of sphere

Spinning over a throne

Made of amber and bone

The ball was covered with eyes

And as it started to rise

God commanded the clerk

To take me back to the dirt

With words harder than stone

His voice followed me home

It said He was coming to eat

My cousins who were his meat