Seal king and his filthy hands

The seal hunt is on
Feel the fear
Breathe the pain
Hatem Yavuz
Oh yea him again
Based in Australia
Factories in Turkey
Namibia loves this guy
He holds the key

All of the babies on the
Skeleton coast
Are killed in sanctuary
Where valued most
Where tourists who come
with their
Cameras to take
But thousands are murdered
For some of the cake

They can eat both it’s what they do
Like laughing hyenas,
The turk he comes through
With the gelt and the laughs
Pays the piper he does
Makes a hell of a profit
And just lives the buzz
He has the market in
Sweet baby seals
As heartless as any damned arse ole reveals

Whether its seals rabbits chickens or hogs
Of somebody’s cats or so somebody’s dogs
The seal hunt is on
The hoodlums are here
With their sticks they are ready
To bust brains and clear
The sanctuary sand pits of blood gore and snot
So that Hatem Yavuz can add to his pot

Of profit he says aloud, his friends wives do
Moan at him often for the shit which is true
But he talks up profit and lessens the pain
And just wards the women off with his refrain
As for the seals well they die in agony
Smashed by the hoodlums who go to the sea
To devastate infants to murder them so
And to really not care that they never will
grow