Same to you with brass knobs on

We are told to be kind and caring
Towards the fishermen of Taiji
But it appears our efforts
Are wasted their psychopathy
Takes them into regions
Of sadism and more
One finger up your own arse
One voice yes we are sure

The voices of the dolphins
Many voices they
Have a pure mentality
Guiding their every day
What you do
And why you do
What you do
We all know
And one day
You will be sorry
Mark my words
The show

Will be over
And forever in Taiji
Thats no threat
its honesty
The karmic clock is working still
And is set

And when it goes off remember me
And the dolphins you have killed
Or captured for your aqua tanks
Where so much blood is spilled