Lion boys

Captive Lions the trophy hunters
Dream we’re so abused
Used in staged productions
Of course we know we are used

We were the kings of the jungle
But where is the jungle now
It’s far more lucrative to take advantage
Of us oh! Boy and how

We are carted away
To a smelly truck
Honestly nobody care’s a fcuk
Fed on miserable gm meat
Locked up all day
In the sodding heat

Led out like some big pet cat
On a chain held by some Pratt
What we feel like
We cannot do
We just go along
With the likes of you

Bastet is with us
Though day and night
And you are going to pay
So it will come right
But what we prefer to do is live
Back in the pride
Where we all could give

Bring up our cubs
And not settle for this
Living a real life
With lots of bliss

But man unkind
Knows only how
To take advantage
And so somehow

He lives and dies
In his miserable soul
In reality
Out of control