# Meatbag Zoo

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## Track Facts

- Album / pool: Cut Archive (`cut`)
- Album status: cut/archive lane
- Track number: 6
- Track status: cut
- Active: no
- Origin: Zuman v1 / Friction Product candidate pool
- Audio available: yes
- Audio URL: `/assets/albums/cut/audio/meatbag-zoo.mp3`
- Lyrics available: yes
- Lyrics URL: `/assets/albums/cut/lyrics/meatbag-zoo.txt`
- JSON: `/cut/tracks/meatbag-zoo.json`

## Supersession / Replacement

- Supersession: none

## Provenance Notes

Kerry ejected from Friction Product during lock-in curation.

## Lyrics

```
Verse 1
You call me up like it’s weather talk
Soft little smile in the way you mock
“If you wanna talk about normal things...”
Like normal ever built a goddamn thing

You hear one spark and you smell a fire
Call it a scheme when I call it wire
I think ahead and you flinch on cue
Like foresight’s just a trick to you

Pre-Chorus
You want safe walls, clean lines, one view
Little white signs on a guided tour
But the future leaks through every door

Chorus
Welcome to the meatbag zoo
All the careful little certified true
Hands in the pockets, eyes on the rules
Watching the strange ones build new tools
You can point and stare, say I crossed the line
Stamp “authentic” on your little shrine
But the cage ain’t mine, friend, the cage is you
Welcome to the meatbag zoo

Verse 2
British ghost in a canceled book
Everybody panics at the wrong damn crook
Editor touched it, author lied
Whole machine runs with a mask inside

CPA feeds numbers to a silicon priest
Autocorrect picks at the language feast
But suddenly now we’re pure and clean
When the spotlight hits the magazine

Pre-Chorus
You want sin neat, boxed up, named
You want guilt where the market changed
But the saints all type with electric hands

Chorus
Welcome to the meatbag zoo
All the careful little certified true
Standing in rows with your badges on
Singing that the old world still goes on
You can call me crazy, call me profane
Call every pattern a hidden game
But the bars don’t bend when you say they do
Welcome to the meatbag zoo

Bridge
Maybe they’ll feed us twice a day
Wave at the crowds through the tempered gray
“Here’s one that thought a step too far
Here’s one that talked like a falling star”
Maybe they’ll label the glass real clear:
NON-NORMAL THOUGHTER EXHIBITED HERE
And the children laugh, and the parents approve
While the lock clicks shut on the approved worldview

Final Chorus
Welcome to the meatbag zoo
Where the clean ones swear they never used glue
Never had help from the ghost in the shell
Never let machines ring one little bell
But I’d rather be strange in a world gone new
Than perform old truth for a fearful few
So keep your stamp, your sneer, your scripted cue
I’m not in the cage
I’m just visiting the zoo

Outro
If you wanna talk about normal things
Talk about dust, and rust, and strings
Me, I’ll be out where the wild code grew
Waving through the glass
At the meatbag zoo.
```