Now You’ve Put Your Foot In It

Jesus Christ, it's now got out of control
There's three million animals dead
God, Father, anyone, help us please
This is destroying the future, our lives wrecked

Meanwhile the brigadier loads his prick with the
Bolt and takes command of the cull
Maker forgive me, accept my body to heaven
I'm begging, please pray for my soul

Oh shut your whining fucking mouths
And fuck you, too
Am I a right callous cunt
Or have I seen through you?
We didn't shut our mouths when they told us to
We're not like you who follow suit

Why shut your mouth? Because I told you to
You've put your foot in it enough, you don't know truth
You've been telling me, now I'm telling you

Another cattle farmer cops it. People cry at the altar
I couldn't give a fuck
How many animals slaughtered?
The industry of greed, economic will to succeed
A blind ambition, the open mouths to feed
Fox hunts on hold; their masters join the cull
It's for the good of the country? Killing? Control?

The countryside alliance, they march, they roar
Tough, soon you'll have nothing left to kill anymore
They say Mr Blair, you're so unfair - I think
He's more like a worthless cunt
A slimy backstabber to those who should know better
The electorate litters' runt
A ventriloquist, who simply takes the piss
But a word of warning, when he aims, he won't miss
He shoots his bolt into the sick and the old
Understand a cull means out of control

To retain power, to brainwash mind
Terminate resistance, make visions eyes blind
Retained parliament, problem resolved
Understand a cull means out of control

Don't dare come around pimping your politics
Have you forgot what you've done? We
Ain't. You're top of our list
You are what you eat and that's clear on the cover
Your blood stained bank notes, the economy suffers
The tears, three million pitifully weep
Stuff your manifestos, your issues you keep
As your world boils over, anger's melting pot
Realize and remember, that's all you've got

I can't hear your lies!