From our dirty sheds
\nWe have cometh
\nCaked in shit and soul
\nWe have lived short lives of misery
\nAnd face the sheer control
\nOf the corporate of the energy
\nThe deplorable design
\nThe memory of grassy fields
\nAnd being on the line<\/p>\n
From the rape rack
\nTo the milking
\nOur calves all torn away
\nArtifical insemination
\nIts sucks and spoils our day
\nPumped with the vilest chemicals
\nAnd realizing we
\nAre going to our deaths, Quite soon
\nThat is our destiny<\/p>\n
We have no power to change things
\nWe are born to die
\nTo enter into slavery
\nAnd every night to cry
\nAlone of course and saddened
\nBy the removal of our calves
\nThe industry is powerful
\nThey don’t do things by halves<\/p>\n
Defenceless very vulnerable
\nThats now how we feel
\nExhausted by the milking
\nCollapse for us is real
\nEmasculated plainly
\nIncapacitated too
\nThwarted by the cruelty
\nIts what the farmers do<\/p>\n
An in disequilibrium
\nWe are powerless to create
\nWearied by the treatment
\nLife’s no longer great
\nAll those gameful memories
\nOf the green green grass we knew
\nDwindles as we totter
\nFading out of view<\/p>\n
Now in trucks we are loaded
\nOur destruction it is nigh
\nThe violence and the vehemence
\nIs coming from the sky
\nWe see and hear the activists
\nAnd protectors at the gate
\nWe see their amazing placards
\nAnd realise our fate<\/p>\n
We are feeling most concerned
\nFor death we know is near
\nOthers want to eat us
\nAnd One day they will fear
\nTheir own death on their own slab
\nAs others cut them down
\nThe slaughtermen we see them
\nAs they go to town<\/p>\n
The emotion of the moment
\nIs with us all today
\nThe activists we love you
\nWe just would like to say
\nThankyou for your fervour
\nFor your love and for the hope
\nThat we all feel and cannot conceal
\nAs we now walk the slippery slope<\/p>\n
Throats all cut a’sunder
\nOur own blood everwhere
\nEyes popping now out of our heads
\nAlthough we know you are there
\nFighting for our spirits
\nFighting for our soul
\nFighting for the hopes of many
\nUnder their control<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
From our dirty sheds We have cometh Caked in shit and soul We have lived short lives of misery And face the sheer control Of the corporate of the energy The deplorable design The memory of grassy fields And being … Continue reading