When I was younger I heard a sound
Came to me from the dark side of town
They were getting the cattle in
Never heard such a mournful din
To the place where they render the beasts into muck
For frozen burgers and discount chuck
I caught the chorus on the reel to reel
You can still hear them singing
But it's a song that won't ever be heard
On the radio, don't be absurd
It's all too sad and you can't understand a word
It's not remotely danceable
Wе'll get what we desеrve for what we've done to the animals
Oh gentlemen, ladies, your pound of flesh
And blood, take a barrel of the stuff
From the fruit of your own loins -
‘Tidbits Of Your Kids!' -
Sweet breads from the basket of love
All the beasts of the earth and the sky
Seems we're here just to make you die
Bake you into a murderous pie
Fry you on to a stick
Every living thing with which the water teems
In the cloud of our legion latrines
In the nets of our trawling machines
In the plastic sub-marine…
All beasts of the earth, of the vault of the sky
Drugged up, fed up, forced to multiply
Burned out, poisoned, run down, electrified
Clear out spaces to feed our faces…
And that's why
We'll get what we deserve for what we've done to the animals
