Live Meat Traders

The day's down a-winding For them it's just a-starting To homes people are retiring Their homes they are departing. Shaming their mothers, they dress Men's sanity to harass Stocking their pockets, they prance With the devil they romance. That very crown of theirs They display as common wares So many unwilling eyes Their sinful acts caress. Their greatest of gifts brandishing Of colors and forms varying Suggestive smiles and gestures offering As sons of men keep passing. On ridicule are the world's finest Are they not God's creatures, best? This awful live meat market Centre for hell's one way ticket!