Wicked wool

For too long we have allowed them
To pull the wool over our eyes
We have seen those bundles in the fields
We did believe we were wise
But sadly we were taken in
By the wool trade for they knew
That since we never saw what happens
We thought what they said was true

But they are a bunch of liars
And its about the profit too
They often talk up welfare
It is what people do
But go along and see the sheep
The way they are handled by
The pieces of shit who handle them
I will tell you don’t rely

On anything they tell you
For they are a wicked bunch
Compassion they don’t have it
But they know how to punch
They know how to torture
They know how to make pain
Castration with a rubber band
By a bloke who is insane

slammed down on the concrete
Trampled on full weight
Cut up when they are shearing
Then sewn up at a rate
With a darning needle
and no pain killers at all
Just a wicked farm hand
Who drives me up the wall

Wool is never humane
Its an ugly trade to see
Buying anything made of wool
Is wicked cruelty
And when the sheep have given their all
And tasted the labourers sweat
Off they go to the slaughterhouse
To fulfil their debt

These animals cry in agony
After the shearer shears
Because they work on piece rate wages
Wounds and many tears
Are had from all these darling sheep
How they suffer so
The blokes can earn a few more quid
And you lot never know

They suffer how they suffer
More females take the hit
Note these men apparently
Talk a load of shit
They manhandle and terrorise
These females everyday
And shear them really hurtfully
Great lesions how they pay

So you can have your woolly jumper
Or your woolly socks
Check to see if there is blood on them
Gallons via the flocks
And then its off to slaughter
Hung up by the neck
And someone slices through their throats
And nobody does check

They bleed out struggling crying
And were previously scalped each year
They have experienced agony
They have experienced fear
The wool trade are a shameless bunch
Unrighteousness they be
Demoralised and vicious
Such amorality

And you my friends out buying
The wool to keep you warm
All the shops are selling it
It will improve your form
They forget of course to tell you
How the sheep souls suffered so
How they screamed out and were sat upon
How the guilty don’t want to know

How Peta is exposing them
Saying like it is
Its really unforgivable
They just are not the bis
They ought to be convicted
For the crimes against the sheep
So leave the products on the shelf
Let them bloody well reap

The sheep were actually innocent
Which makes it all the more
Awful to have harmed them
Turned their life to gore
Frightened them and wounded them
And watched them bleed and cry
Hung them up cut their throats
And watched the angels die