Lyrics
What's it matter?
The CIA got you questioning which pencils?
Hey, Dylan
You son of a bitch
You dropped us in a meatgrinder
To face certain death
Meatgrinder
Of course, I'm pissed about your cover story
Hopper didn't disappear, he was skinned alive
We could have come into this jungle more prepared
But instead, we were only fed your lies
What happened to you?
You used to be someone I could trust
But you cooked up a story
And dropped the six of us
Meatgrind
Hey, Dylan
You son of a bitch
You dropped us in a meatgrinder
To face certain death
Hey, Dylan
You son of a bitch
You dropped us in a meatgrinder
To face certain death
Meatgrind
Meatgrind
Meatgrind
Meatgrind
There are no politicians trapped here
Just a long string of dead bodies
It's not a war if you are being hunted
An otherworldly creature is killing everybody
What happened to you?
You used to be someone I could trust
But you cooked up a story
And dropped the six of us
Meatgrind
Hey, Dylan
You son of a bitch
You dropped us in a meatgrinder
To face certain death
Hey, Dylan
You son of a bitch
You dropped us in a meatgrinder
To face certain death
Meatgrind
Meatgrind
Meatgrind
Meatgrind
You cooked up a story
And dropped the six of us
Meatgrind