The Jazz Butcher - I Need Meat lyrics

I've been ridin' on a runaway bus Can't control the two of us I'm shakin, quakin, sick with fear Gotta keep this filled up with beer I'm gonna lay my head on the track And when the train comes along, I'm gonna whip it back I don't want to be your road statistic I need meat I need meat I need meat Now I've been down to the bathing place Those dark eyed boys all over the place Sweet girl, handsome, don't delay Get down that subway, straight away But she's gonna lay her head on the tracks And when the train comes along she's gonna pull it back I don't want to be your road statistic I need meat That's what I want, I want meat Oooh ..I need meat (C'mon whip it on, Dave) Listen, I don't want to be your road statistic No, I don't want to be your road statistic Look, I don't wish to be your road statistic No, I just don't want to be your roadster... I need you Aw, honey just need you [No clue what next couple lines are ...} ( me neither ) I've been lookin in my horror comic I've seen somethings I like in there So, I'm gonna lay my head on the track And when the train comes along, I'm gonna pull it back Say, I don't want to be your road statistic I need meat Hey, I need meat You coulda' told, I need meat I need meat Check another thing you need feet Yea, you need feet To run away. I need meat