Skin and bone and they die alone

To look after animals really
Requires a heart and soul
Look at the folk in sanctuaries
And then those who control
A fur farm lne in Wisconsin
Mink and fox all caged
In what is really filth and gore
With animals enraged

100 wild foxes
2500 Minks
Really very much the worst for wear
Anyone who thinks
This is an ethical business
This is the way to be
This is the way to treat souls
Come and talk to me

Shit At least a foot high
Right outside each cage
Power washed with the animals there
Clearly disengaged with any moral feelings
The animals know pain
Many of them are mental
Their movements are again

Conducive with such sadness
Neurologically lost
To those hags who buy their expensive coats
Clearly the mounting cost
Of making animals so distressed
Does nothing for your soul
And must add to the karmic debt
To have such an obtuse role

To be unconcerned about all this
Indifferent to the core
The dourness and the callousness
They are raised outside the law
You being so unemotional
So impentrable to their woe
Insensate to all feeling
Its really bad you know

The way these minks are slaughtered
Is enough to make me scream
Kind of gassed in a rusty bin
From an engine its no dream
Its absolutely awful
Hearing their terrible cries
Some take twenty minutes
That before it dies
Hiding under corpses
Searching for some air
With farmer pressing the lid down
Clearly he diesn’t care

He laughs about how long some take
And how he mastibates
Some of them before he kills them
A behaviour that he rates
Pilfering theur precious sperm
To impregnate so that he
Can keep the wildness in his line
Almost indefinately

Many souls have given up the ghost
And clealy lie
In grotesque confusion
Staring to the sky
Eyes open they see nothing
But they felt a lot of pain
You can see it in their faces
How the had gone insane

Wire cages tear their feet to shreds
To cage them is a sin
Its having no realisation
Of the skin you are in
As for the consumer
The suffering they fail
To see that they are party too
Should see them rot in jail

The trappers slappers furriers
Designers and the rest
The models and the departmental stores
All of them i detest
Advertising agencies
Who make light of this trade
The unpleasantness and the despondency
And the uneasiness displayed

Some of them are stripped alive
You cannot imagine that pain
These are innocent animals
Life for them in vain
Its buttock clenching to see this
Rueful in the extreme
Everyone is a martyr
And will sit inside your dream

Wearing it and walking it
Down a busy street
Walking into discontent
Because you feel elite
You are uglier than you will ever know
As graceless as you can be
The most unsightly wrinkled formless
Artless infamy

As for this awful fur farm
America should be
Ashamed that it is operating still
Apparently
Egregiously operating as badly as they can be
And getting away with murder
And hideosity

A blot on the landscape
A satanic mill out there
A frightfully shocking statement
Of odious despair
Commercialization’s blind eye
Has seen and has passed on
The vulgarity is obvious
And each one of you that don
An accessory a collar
A fashion statement true
Be aware of your impropriety
An obscenity will you

DILLENBURG FUR FARM
AS INSPECTED BY PETA
WISCONSIN US