Royalty

You can have all sorts of riches
Silver spoons when you are born
Walk about in finery
It does it makes me yawn
Shop at Fortnum and Mason
Where the toffs all go
To buy their foie gras carnage
That’s if you didn’t know

Morrissey he know what they get up to
So do I
Precious ducks and geese
Are tortured and force fed
You ask why
Why because of gavage
That force feed torturing where
The liver swells ten times it’s size
And the bird enters despair

It’s very hard to breathe then
And the feeding pipe is rough
Pushing inside delicate throats
That is really tough
The lining gets all chewed up
Ulcerated by
The continual thrusting of the tube
Again you might ask why

So illegality can be served
And the likes of toff shops can
Import the shit from sunny France
Here it holds it’s ban
You cannot make foie gras here
But you can sell it, so
You can deal in torture
With a royal warrant on show

Birds that live in water
Created to swim cannot
Instead they are made to stand in cages
That is all they’ve got
That’s the life we give them
We torture them each day
And if they haven’t
pegged out
We stab them anyway

And the likes of Mrs god knows who
And lady muck supreme
They can eat this rotten shit
For them it’s such a dream
Come true to fill their intestines
With blood guts minced to gore
Foie gras is the vilest nastiest
From delicate throats made sore

Any house that sells this crap
Should be made to say
Why they think that torture in a can
Is still okay
Why they need to profit
From what is a malediction
And why they imagine that at this rate
They are not subject to a conviction

Anybody with any thought with any respect for life
Would open the eyes and hearts to it
And see and feel the strife
That is laden down on ducks and geese
The torture and the pain
And realise that to sell this stuff
Is perfectly insane