Iceland 126 and 127

The poor old fin whales are going through
The icelandic mangle they
Are getting their heads blown to bits
And people are away
With the birds to even imagine
That facebook words and vids
Are going to make a difference
They are going to lift the lids

Of all the amazing cans of worms
That are wriggling everywhere
They ofcourse have to be joking
Loftsson doesnt care
Neither does his government
Its all hand over fist
Making loads of money
And just getting pissed

Two fingers to the foreigners
To sea shepherd and to us
Staring at the rensing dock
And kicking up a fuss
Like and unlike getting hot
Our collars less than white
They will go on killing whales
And do it day and night

They love to hear the whales scream
As the grenade busts the gut
They love to see the blood trail
Each one of them a nut
A brainwashed individual
Drunk on snapps no doubt
And all this filming
And all these ulcers
What its all about

Its not saving whales thats for sure
Whatever else it is