foxes cower with their clubs, to escape the human race.
Rabbits run for life, deer take cover in the trees
The mother sighs with disbelief, then prepares the meat.
Think what you’re doing
The system’s set to ruin.
Their life is not for profit
We’ve got to fucking stop.
Because before too long there’ll be nothing left alive
not a creature on the land or sea, a bird In the sky
they’ll be shot, harpooned, eaten or hunted too much
vivisected by the clever men who prove that there’s no such
things as a fair world with live and let live
the Royal family goes hunting, what an example to give!
to the people they lead and they don’t Include me.
I’ve seen enough pain and torture of those who can’t speak
so I’m gonna speak for them In an all out attack
and if someone tries to whip me, then I’ll fucking whip’em back.
Coz I’ve had enough of the madness. In their theatres of hell
enough of them hounding the fox to the kill
or baby seals being clubbed, their mothers cut up.
They satisfy their greed, their wealths built on blood.
Of their slaughterhouse haunting the back of the mind
the gas chamber of farm life, the end of the line.
It’s a shame about that mouse