Farewell to the industry
Hiding behind
The Evil and angst
That was underlined
Those of us who wore the skins
And the fur
And imagined our beauty
Really it were
Everything to us
When truthfully
We
were wearing the dead skins
Of the innocent
Free
Lost our integrity
We were the reason
So many trappers
In whatever season
Hung out in secret woods
Setting Their traps
Ugly repulsiveness
Sharp teeth and straps
Holding a victim
In absolute shock
To be found so much later
And dispatched with a rock
Or wild souls in cages
The wire tore their feet
Foxes and badgers and more of the elite
Tortured in cold weather
Broken for sure
And electrocuted what ever for
So the rich and the famous
Might walk down the street
In their mink or the rabhit
Or fox yes complete
With the cruel stench of death
With the ugliest pain
And with chromium cure
Making children insane
And the great EU
With uts standards so high
We are living the shit hole
Saying goodbye
Leaving the fur and the dead skin
And we
Go off on our own make our own laws
And be
Saying farewell to the skinning of souls
In absolute agony their final roles
Goodbye to the EU whose standards Were high
In blood sweat and tears and what js their lie
The Fur Trade is over the agony too
All of the demons can stay in their zoo
Leave the wild creatures alone leave them be
We can all get by with out fur as you see