Old Macdonald had a farm, ee-i-ee-i-o And on that farm he had some chicks, ee-i-ee-i-o With a cluck, cluck here, a cluck, cluck there Loud as they could
Arthur Askee and Dougie Wougie Bader Went down to the Animal Farm. Dug in for the poor, They heard stories from the war. And explaimed about the boil
one's optimistic This one went to market This one came out of the swamp This one dropped a payload Fodder for the animals Living on animal farm If you
a right to life As long as there are slaughter houses There will be battle fields As long as animals die in testing We won't find humanity Save Save from the factory farms
Out in the middle of nowhere Gathered around in the barn Animals all in agreement, they was down on the farm There was talk of all the boring hours
beam of a flashlight falls on Ugly. A Farmer has ensnared Ugly in his net and threatens to turn the duck into his family?s Sunday roast. When the Farmer
Guilty conscience stews away in the kitchen Knock at the door it s the next door neighbour Farming is a living killing is a crime Where do the meat men
across the desert of the real... Led up to the trough to be fattened up Human pigs so ripe for feasting following the rules unquestioned-the animal farm
cannot be justified or proven safe, people starve while doomed cows eat what could be theirs, factory farms are modern day concentration camps. The conditions these animals
me and a gun and a different species (hint: starts with "h" and rhymes with "Neuman's") of carnage strewn about the stockyards, the factories and farms
on your knees With his sense we can see Six are we The animals are back so prepare to adjust But that's the truce of the changed Life wasn't fun on the farm
the last moan of a boxer Seen the massacre of the innocent Felt around for the light switch Turned around for her face And treated like a farm animal
there slack Fenrir divided, a horde of greywolves His power inside of them all Feasting on the guts of both stallions and goats No animal in there stands
This opening song title Thumbelina introduces the heroine and the type of lifestyle she has on the farm. Thumbelina is loved by all the farm animals,
place With a gun in my waist I just might pop out slugs With a straight arm Bullets stomp through your Phat Farm till the animals jump out of No justifications
What I read in the was reality Hell created by students of bestiality If this is the human race we're all sick Torture an animal, you think you're better
your resolve makes you quickly devolve to a fundamentalist You're an archetype, that they can pin to the wall As you cling to all convictions like a farm animal
let you drink from all my dreams and so much more, if you'd just ask he is not a beast of burden animal to work your farm don't hang him up, to bleed