A happy meat pig
\nPicked up by its ear
\nAnd given a shot of the worst kind
\nOf fear
\nDragged through its own shit
\nThats what we see
\nThats what we do
\nHow can that be<\/p>\n
Activists we are
\nWe would not have chose
\nBut with labouring farmers
\nAnything goes
\nPacked like dead sardines
\nIn their oil can
\nPigs given no chance
\nBy corporate man<\/p>\n
Transported to slaughter
\nNo water no food
\nPicked up by one ear
\nHow bloody crude!
\nWhen pigs are so sensitive
\nAnd really sweet
\nAnd so intelligent
\n“Babe” the elite
\nPiglet the film
\nThat turned many away
\nFrom eating bacon
\nEveryday<\/p>\n
To support such torture
\nYou are just being part
\nOf the corporate pig industry
\nFrom the start
\nYou may as well
\nPick up the pig by its ear
\nPull off its testicles
\nInject it with fear<\/p>\n
For its all been done to give
\nYou a price
\nIts evil its hellish
\nNothing is nice
\nIn the place
\nwhere these pigs live
\nMany do die
\nIn the agony you allow
\nSo now don’t cry
\nAbout it being too graphic
\nIt needs to be
\nMillions of pigs
\nLive in adversity<\/p>\n
And its all of your making
\nAs you sit down to eat
\nYour bacon and your ham
\nThinking its a treat
\nIts absolute squalor
\nIts terrible pain
\nThats each time you sit down
\nYou made them insane<\/p>\n
They were bitIng their bars
\nWith prolapses galore
\nLiving in shit
\nThat they did abhor
\nChewing each other
\nGreat ugly sores
\nBeing eaten by maggots
\nDeep in their pores<\/p>\n
Why did they suffer
\nSuch awful pain
\nLiving like that
\nWith nothing to gain
\nBorn into this hell
\nThats pigs today
\nAnd you eat your bacon
\nAnd believe what they say<\/p>\n
That your meat is happy meat
\nIts in the store
\nLabelled like that
\nSo you will buy more
\nNothing thats dead is happy
\nAt all
\nAnd all through its life
\nIt had no one to call<\/p>\n
By the time it was slaughtered
\nIts life filled with woe
\nIt looked to our heaven
\nAs its blood did flow
\nHanging upside down
\nIn its last dance of death
\nIt truthfully didn’t want to
\nShare our breath<\/p>\n
Nothing about us nothing at all
\nAs its last dance of death
\nOn its own bloodied wall
\nAs its eyes slowly closed
\nAnd its spirit did fly
\nIt thanked its lucky stars
\nThat today it could die<\/p>\n
It could die
\nIt could die
\nIt could die
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