Free range and battery
\nThats who we are
\nWild as the wind
\nOr penned up real far
\nFrom the nearest farmyard
\nOver the hill
\nDown by the lake
\nIts there where they kill<\/p>\n
The turkeys the geese the chickens
\nThe ducks the pigs and the lambs
\nChristmas it sucks
\nRipping our feathers
\nTearing our guts
\nBreaking our necks
\nIn these cheap little huts<\/p>\n
Guinea fowl corn fed wild salmon too
\nNothing is sacred the carnivores chew
\nOn babies on their eggs sup milk and chew meat
\nNo wonder in summer they suffer the heat<\/p>\n
Rip out our guts shove herbs under our skin
\nStuff us with sausage meat
\nLet me begin
\nWe are encouraged to pipe down and say
\nPlease shut your gob or we will blow you away
\nTurkeys are beautiful lively and strong
\nWe walk with an edge its because we belong
\nColourful truly our heads kind of weird
\nBut when they chop them off we are then cleared
\nOf all thats related externally
\nAnd then rubbed in salt its our fault obviously<\/p>\n
Our agony obvious we reach your hell
\nWhat fat is burnt off our peculiar smell
\nIs regarded as wonderful sizzle and be
\nGolden to brown is now how they see
\nOur sinews were pulled like dodo ‘s thats us
\nLost to the world just left to discuss
\nOur guts in the bin our souls in the sky
\nNo wish bone for us it would be a lie
\nTo suggest we were happy to perish this way
\nHung drawn and quartered and roasted today
\nStuffed full of pigmeat with onions and sage
\nWhen honestly folks we had not reached an age<\/p>\n
Worthy of creation children in fact
\nFed loads of drugs antibiotics were stacked
\nUp in our bodies to protect you from ill
\nKept in the shit yes we had our fill
\nLife was unsanitary down on the farm
\nThe pills they were given to keep you from harm
\nAnd the infections preclude you from health
\nYou have been vaxxed it was all done by stealth<\/p>\n
The meat trade is rolling in profit and pain
\nMillions of innocent all died in vain
\nMany cooked badly left now bereft
\nOf flavour and form yes we are left
\nTo be moaned at for being lost to the world
\nSizzling hot in the pan we were hurled
\nCooked with potatoes stuffed around our feet
\nWith a picture of jesus So incomplete
\nThere to be seen on the mantlepiece where
\nThe spirits of trillions are laced with despair<\/p>\n
Christmas has cometh for girlies and boys
\nSanta the fat sod who doesnt bring toys
\nThey are from China a corporate trick
\nBrought here by those all incredibly sick
\nWith bloody great bank accounts bursting again
\nWith sadness and slavery its one great chain
\nThe poor how they struggle just to make ends meet
\nAnd death and destruction has reached to your street<\/p>\n
So eat up our corpses you munchers of ill
\nEat your brussel sprouts and buttery fill
\nGet sozzled on vino cholesterol too
\nAnd when you feel pissed sweat it out in the loo
\nIf you are driving later tonight
\nWatch in the mirror for the blue light
\nBlow in their bag job to be told that you
\nAre over the limit and for some that is true<\/p>\n
Vegans together rejoice once again
\nNot one of you has caused any pain
\nAll that compassion and true empathy
\nGoes down in the great book thats where you be
\nNut roasts and curries such tasty fayre
\nThis was the group of the very aware<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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