The festival of the virgin Mary in Tenerife 15th Century

A Religious so called fiesta
In Mexico we hear
In Tiacotulpan
Its mayhem! never cheer

Drunkards run amok
Among the people
And we see
Tortured bulls
In unbelievable pain
And cruelty

Roman Catholic dreadfulness
Its mismatched and its wrong
Despite the blaring music
The river boats and song

It causes bulls to go through Hell
And suffer terribly
Alcohol poured down their throats
And beaten mercilessly

Kicked and punched and beaten with sticks
Their tails snapped imagine that
Fingers pressed into their eyes
Pink shirted tiny nutbags at

Their most evil
Torturing, a poor beaten soul
In a criminal display of pain
Thats their fucking role

How can this be fiesta?
Its awful to be around
People who are off their heads
Its a shame they are not drowned

Its the bull that drowns unfortunately
And suffers to the end
How ‘Mexico can celebrate this evil
And can send

An innocent through all this pain
Without pity or empathy
And have the cheek to call it fiesta
Really it leaves me

Feeling very sick inside
That anyone could do
Such dreadful things to animals
Who are clearly clueless to

Why they have to suffer
So frightened is their look
They cannot get away of course
Tied up and brought to book

Bricks are thrown and garbage
Each Disrespectful lout
Dragging bulls behind the horses
What is all this about?

Its got nothing to do with Mary
or religion
not at all
Just an excuse for insanity
And going up the wall

Going into mass before it all kicks off
To me
Then going out and getting drunk
Is pure depravity

The obstinacy of people
Single minded crap
Dont hide behind religion
You all need a slap

It is fanaticisism
Its injuriousness and wrong
Wicked and iniquitous
It really does not belong

In any kind of fiesta
The govsrnment should ban
Any of these goings on
For Of such things I’m no fan

And as for getting tourists
To flood into the town
The agents that are earning
They should bloody drown

This is not religion
Its satan at the gate
Proving to the world at large
Just what is your fate

Your karma will be forthcoming
For really you who earn
These bulls may die in agony
But And in hell you are going to burn

And you can go to confession
That will make no odds
What you do to Hathor here
Gets the full wrath of the gods