In the dock
\nThe whole industry
\nAll of them they
\nAre as guilty as sin
\nAt the end of each day<\/p>\n
Its general wickedness
\nThe onus of blame
\nFalls on their shoulders
\nEach one the same<\/p>\n
Its such malpractice
\nThe injustice is there
\nIts inexcusable
\nSomething we share<\/p>\n
A criminal act
\nOn the innocent who
\nDid nothing wrong to us
\nThat clearly true<\/p>\n
They are the blameless ones
\nTheir consciences clear
\nLiving where they were put
\nIn our world of fear<\/p>\n
Complete amorality
\nAnd shamelessness too
\nAbandoned they are
\nTo someone like you<\/p>\n
Who wants a fur coat
\nWho is told that it will
\nNot only be beautiful
\nBut will keep out the chill<\/p>\n
So what do we do
\nWe transgress we don’t care
\nWe forget its their body
\nAnd their life that we share<\/p>\n
And how does that come about
\nWhy would we feel
\nIts right to catch animals
\nAnd skin them for real<\/p>\n
Lay man made contraptions
\nWhere the innocent stay
\nThat they may be trapped
\nIn the most wicked way<\/p>\n
Have their legs torn off
\nImagine that pain
\nSo you have a coat
\nTo go out in the rain<\/p>\n
Be left there bleeding
\nCrying aloud
\nSo you have a coat
\nThat sticks out in the crowd<\/p>\n
Be kept in a cage
\nTill your feet run with blood
\nSo you have a coat
\nFrom a soul in the mud<\/p>\n
An electric poker was thrust
\nUp its arse
\nSo you have a coat
\nAnd you feel first class<\/p>\n
Out in the countryside
\nTraps everywhere
\nUnder thickets, in the water
\nThe industry share<\/p>\n
Their wickedness with us
\nThe victims all die
\nSuch terrible agony
\nAnd none of you cry<\/p>\n
Its off to Harvey Nichols
\nOr Harrods Maybe
\nTo buy a fur item
\nSomething you see<\/p>\n
Its going to make you
\nThe belle of the ball
\nCan you smell death
\nAre you such a fool<\/p>\n
In the dock each vile trapper
\nNormally a man
\nA covetous creep
\nIts part of his plan<\/p>\n
To be rich someday
\nFrom accumulative wealth
\nAnd who hides these dire traps
\nWith extraordinary stealth<\/p>\n
Accomplished you could say that
\nImprobity
\nUnscrupulous conscienceless
\nVile and paltry<\/p>\n
Cats and dogs stolen
\nPets from the street
\nIn China such torment
\nWhere few are discreet<\/p>\n
Racoon dogs are murdered
\nThousands each day
\nFor your cuffs and your collars
\nHow much pain they pay<\/p>\n
They scream blue murder
\nAnd you turn away
\nIts just that fur coat
\nThat you wanted today<\/p>\n
Lets talk about profit
\nThe big stores who do
\nGet embroiled in the fur story
\nTheir self interested view<\/p>\n
Is just one of margins
\nAnd exclusivity
\nThey are smartly dressed reprobates
\nIts just you won’t see<\/p>\n
They hide in their boardrooms
\nCounting their cash
\nThey are superior
\nWe are all trash<\/p>\n
For pointing out all of the agony here
\nFor displaying our placards
\nWhen we appear
\nOut comes security
\nAs you all know
\nMore strong arm tactics
\nProtecting the flow<\/p>\n
Complete disrespect for wild life
\nFor they
\nAlso have rights to live
\nWouldn’t you say
\nEach has a purpose
\nA family too
\nAnd being stripped naked
\nAnd tortured won’t do<\/p>\n
In the dock where are you
\nWith your fur garments why
\nDo you think you are entitled
\nTo wear when some die<\/p>\n
Think on this ponder
\nImagine the pain
\nYour children at home
\nThey won’t see you again<\/p>\n
They will die in wherever
\nHow can this be
\nRight just so you
\nHave a coat I can see<\/p>\n
Look in your cupboard
\nAnd your wardrobe of glass
\nAre there fur items
\nPokers up their arse<\/p>\n
That is unbelievable agony
\nThey shake and shake
\nOr we just hang them up
\nAnd skin them just take<\/p>\n
What is there’s become’s ours
\nAnd they are thrown on a heap
\nTo shiver and die
\nYes perpetual sleep<\/p>\n
Whilst you strut your stuff
\nIn Your mink or your fox
\nOr your chinchilla stole
\nOr your angora socks<\/p>\n
The rabbit who gave up her fur
\nCannot cry
\nThey do not have tear ducts
\nLike you or I<\/p>\n
Just imagine that just try today
\nNo means of release
\nAnd the pain won’t go away<\/p>\n
And its all down to you
\nAnd the bloody fur trade
\nThe great criminality
\nNow on parade<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
In the dock The whole industry All of them they Are as guilty as sin At the end of each day Its general wickedness The onus of blame Falls on their shoulders Each one the same Its such malpractice The … Continue reading