Cruel to the Kind

7 Feb 2021 · 2 min

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The video presents a repetitive lyrical monologue that uses the image of cannibals as a metaphor for societal breakdown and moral inversion. The speaker declares that from the beginning of time there have been rules necessary for survival, yet people cross those lines, turning others' possessions into their own. The refrain "Kind to the wicked, cruel to the kind" highlights a reversal of expected morality. The lyrics repeatedly emphasize thirst for blood, hunger for meat, and the omnipresence of cannibals, suggesting a world where violence is normalized. Amid this bleak landscape, the speaker repeatedly thanks the Lord for the police, positioning law enforcement as the only source of safety. The piece cycles through these motifs, creating a chant‑like structure that underscores the tension between chaos (cannibalism) and the fragile order provided by authority.

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Cannibals in the country, cannibals back in town. Holding up in the subways, hiding out underground. From the beginning of time, everybody knew for the world to survive, there's gotta be rules. And people cross lines, yours becomes mine. Kind to the wicked, cruel to the kind. Cruel to the kind. Kind. Thirsty for blood, hungry for meat. Everybody knows what cannibals eat. Nowhere to go to find any peace. I'm thanking the Lord that we have the police. Cannibals in the movies, cannibals are the trend. I want some for my neighbors, I want them as my friends. From the beginning of time, everybody knew for For the world to survive, there's gotta be rules. People cross lines, yours becomes mine. Kind to the wicked, cruel to the kind. Cruel to the kind. Thirsty for blood, hungry for meat. Everybody knows what cannibals eat. Nowhere to go to find any peace. I thank you, the Lord, that we have the police. Cannibals got my brother. Cannibals ate my pal. I thought I was open-minded when I let one in my house. From the beginning of time, everybody knew the world to survive has gotta be rules. People cross lines, yours becomes mine. Kind to the wicked, cruel to the kind. Thirsty for blood, hungry for meat. Everybody knows what cannibals eat. Nowhere to go to find any peace. Thank the Lord that we have the police.