Theres a loathing of live exports
But theres money to be made
The farmers are much richer
As is the Fresh flesh TRADE
Lobbying the ministers
Making them understand
If they let the bill pass through
For them it wont feel grand
For the vote will go against them
And these squirming creeps they know
They have to stop its passage
Because they dont want to go
They need all these live shipments
Despite the cruelty
No one loves the outcome
But thats how it has to be
The antipathy is out there
The spite the grudge the pain
The ill-feeling you can taste
It
In the falling rain
The tension the dissension
With resentment everywhere
The bill will not be passed
And so clouds of despair
Rise into the ether
Sheep are going to die
Whether on boats bound for the export market
It is high
Time we all remembered without exports
We are sunk
Thats what carnists all believe
And thats of course slam dunk
The animals are suffering
But they will suffer worse
In the middle east slaughter houses
Where there is a curse
Its called halal or kosher
Its agony and death
In the name of religion
Its how you lose your breath
Vegans truly can feel supreme
For no animal ever dies
Because of what they choose to
eat
But the flesh trade always tries
They saw this bill come to the house
Live exports and the rest
All the sheep are victims anyway
So what is best
Is let the bill just flounder
And let the animals be
shipped they are just exports
We need so drastically
This is what the markets demand
And who are we
To change it really honest
Sentimentality!
Kicking in to stop this
Thats the argument they use
Are we lily livered or do we just refuse
To lay down to animals rights and the vegans
No not us
We are proud Australians
And will not kick up a fuss
Just encourage all the carnists
To shut up and be still
If they eat flesh they are hypocrites
Best go and take a pill
And pipe down we have chosen
The right path for the sheep
They are shipped to be killed
Halal they buy and so they reap
The will and the credentials
Of the flesh fresh trade today
Walk into any slaughterhouse
And watch and who would say
Go I want more flesh to eat
Only the sadistic who
Have lost all moral fibre
And who havent got a clue
Now it has been quoshed
By all the grey suits in the place
The farmers and the exporters
Will be happier to face
The onslaught at freemantle
And at Darwin for we will
Be opposing these live exports
Forever and until
Some sense is knocked into your heads
And cruelty is not
The order of the Australian day
As our Country goes to pot
We citizens of this island
Are not prepared to see
Our beautiful sheep and cattle
Shipped into purgatory