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Tough Shit Mickey

Mother nature smiles and cracks a now days dawn, most people on the earth
are sleeping comfortable and warm, Out in the fileds and pastures, It's
another new day too, one without a war and hatred that Is known by me and
you. A shriek disturbs the peacefulness, the cat's Just killed a mouse, the
mother says with feeling as she looks out from the house.It's a breakfast time
the clock strikes nine, ham, bacon, one egg or two? What a shame about that
mouse, what's for tea tonight, lamb stew?
Well there's things to do, so the family divides in separate ways. Father
works to earn the keep, he's a butcher and well paid, the daughters Rø to
riding school, mother washes up the crap. One son plays with soldiers and
the other aggravates the cat. Back out in the fields, a different story Is
taking place, foxes cower with their clubs, to escape the human race.
Rabbit run for life, deer take cover in the trees
disbelief, then prepares the meat.
Think what you're doing, The system's set to ruin.
We've got to fucking stop.
Because before too long there'll be nothing left alive, not a creature on the
land or sea, a bird In the sky, they'll be shot, harpooned, easten or hunted
too much,vivisected by the clever men who prove that there's no such things as
a fair world with live and let die, the Royal family Bø hunting, what an
example to give! to the people they lead and they don't Include me. I've seen
enough pain and torture of those who can't speak, so I'm gonna speak for them
In an all out attack, and if someone tries to whip me, then I'll fucking whip
'em back. Coz I've had enough of the madness. In their theatres of hell,enough
of them hounding the fox to the kill, or baby seals being clubbed, their
mothers cut up. They satisfy their greed, their wealths built on blood. Of
their slaughterhouse haunting the back of the mind, the gas chamber of farm
life, the end of the line.
It's a shame about that mouse!

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