Meat of Contract - Speedy Ortiz

There’s a critter sleeping under my knees.

He can sleep through the sun and the breeze.

But I never could sleep very well

With a beast in my bed, claws out, playing show and tell.

Traced my name in the fur of my mate.

Took my new name, started going to church on Sunday.

Sneaky, can’t you smell it on me?

Here, now, is your monster, my baby.

I am indifferent if I am here or there.

Will you eat me when I die?

Silent predator, red eyes and tail.

But for all of your scratching, I tell you, I cannot care.

Knew a hunter, loved him a lot.

He was my best friend and he was such a perfect shot,

And though he shot me quick,

It’s true he never missed.

Wound’s healing slow.

Critter, c’mere.

Lick the blood out my bullet hole.

(White meat, white meat, white meat, white meat.)