It's livid and it's lies, and mixed grill

The story:

My friend James Hurst was listening to this on his discman out the back of school, and I sat and listened to one earphone.
At this point in the song I said what I thought the lyric was...we laughed for a while.
He knew what it was supposed to be, I didn't, but it is such an unconnected alternate take on the words that I have never been able to forget it.

I suppose it's funnier if you know how personal and introspective Phil Anselmo's lyrics are, and then imagining him slipping in this one line about a mixed grill. Do you have mixed grills in the USA? Maybe more British...hang on what am I thinking about? It's meat, of course you guys have it!