Corporate Cannibal
Grace Jones
Pleased to meet you, pleased to have you on my plate
Your meat is sweet to me, your destiny, your fate
You’re my life support, your life is my sport
I’m a man-eating machine
A man, a man-eating machine
You won’t hear me laughing as I terminate your day
You can’t trace my footsteps as I walk the other way
I can’t get enough prey, pray for me
I can’t get enough prey, pray for me
Corporate cannibal, digital criminal
I’m a corporate cannibal, legalized criminal
Corporate cannibal, eat you like an animal
Employer of the year, grandmaster of fear
My blood flows satanical, mechanical, masonical and chemical
Habitual ritual
I’m a man-eating machine
A man, a man-eating machine
I deal in the market, every man, woman and child is a target
A closet full of faceless nameless pay-more-for-less empitness
And I’ll make you scrounge in my executive lounge
You’ll pay less tax, but I’ll gain more back
My rules, you fools
We can play the money game, greed game, power game, stay insane
Lost in the cell, in this hell, slave to the rhythm of the corporate prison
I can’t get enough prey, pray for me
I can’t get enough prey
Corporate cannibal, digital criminal
I’m a corporate cannibal, legalized criminal
Corporate cannibal, eat you like an animal
I’ll consume my consumers with no sense of humour
I’ll give you an uniform, chloroform
Sanitize, homogenize, vaporize you
I’m the spark, make the world explode
I’ll make the world explode
I’m a corporate cannibal, legalized criminal
Corporate cannibal, eat you like an animal