"Basted In Blood" lyrics - SARAH MCLACHLAN

We gather together
For yams, beans, and cranberry sauce.
But have you given much thought lately
To the turkey holocaust?
200 million noble birds
Slaughtered every fall.
Ainut no difference between Hitler, Stalin,
And the folks at Butterball, Butterball.
So set your tables, America
From Birmingham to Branson.
But when you carve that turkey
You're a finger lickin' Charlie Manson.
Enjoy your pumpkin pie,
Your buttery Idaho spuds,
Grandma's chestnut stuffing,
And a turkey basted in blood.
Basted in blood
Basted in blood
Basted in blood
Enjoy your turkey, enjoy...
Basted in blood
Basted in blood
Basted in blood
Basted in blood
Basted in blood
Basted in blood.