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I've never eaten a lobsterBecause I've seen them in their primeSitting in a tank beside the dorrwayAnd if they could see it your wayThey would probably start to cryAnd the salt water from their tearsWould wash away all of their tearsAs they remember all the yearsThey'd spent so happy in the wildAnd then one day the big men cameTo make them play a fishy gameOf Russian Roulette for crustaceansFifty lobsters, seven nations,Waiting for the sweaty clienteleTo pick them out for boiling water hellI've never eaten a lobsterNot that I haven't had the opportunityOther food is so guilt freeBut in the case, the killer's meAnd while it's sitting on your plateRegrets would come, but it's too late,And seafood's such a very tricky dishAnd nothing's more emotional than fish From Letras Mania