I'm playing: so far I have humorous lyrics and a Latino beat.
Try:
Carrion my buzzard son
There's a piece of moul'dring bone
It's the meal that we love best
Till they die no more
When we eat a meal it's had it's conclusion
There's no hope of help of plasma transfusion
We go soaring ever higher
Just to view what's died.
Though the eyes don't see, we wait on a blind lamb
Though it starts to stink, until it gets trash canned
I veer from choices which are sleeping
For rotted deer fillet.
Carrion my buzzard son
There's a piece of moul'dring bone
It's the meal that we love best
Till they die no more
There's no waiting for our food, there's no season
Cat filleted beside the road is the reason
And if we aim to eat a bison, well
It's bursting seams from all it's bloat
There's an atrophied non-moving Laotian
Lost his snout and all his ribs have been broken
Our dinner course was his misfortune
Bunny ears, convoy soufflé.
Carrion my buzzard son
There's a piece of moul'dring bone
It's the meal that we love best
Till they die no more
No!
Carrion, you will eat what's dismembered
Carrion, if it squeaks that's an ender
Now your gut's no longer empty
Moldy pheasant waits for you
Carrion my buzzard son
There's a peace on that there bone
It's the meal that we love best
Till they die Till they die no more