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Your blood, their blood Serves the same! Filled with love and compassion as she fixes her make-up for a day of fun He reads the news, it depresses her Astride their horses in the winter lanes they smile at nature with tenderness They hear the call, hold hands with pride and Look down at the fucking mess And civilized upright citizens grin As the dog's teeth tear at shrieking skin This ain't savagery it's jolly old culture As they stand and wait for death like vultures She laughs as the bloody fur's flying Re-applies her lipstick as the animals crying He claims the tail as privileged prize (Chorus) The time has come when we all must turn around and start to think No more standing in the corner Question the missing link The link that created the misery and pain That sees the mistakes, but then makes them again You've heard it once, you'll hear it again Your blood, their blood serves the same There they stand and there they grin. Never thinking or questioning They smile but they can't hide their guilt That their life is built upon a pile of bodies Slaughtered animals? Slaughtered squaddies? The pleasure they take from another's death She smiles at him as dead eyes stare He takes her hand and strokes her hair His fingertips soaked in misery mark of aristocracy And the broken form lying in the ditch Handiwork of the dog and bitch Bears the label of decency graciously (Chorus) The time has come when we all must turn around and start to think No more standing in the corner Question the missing link The link that created the misery and pain That sees the mistakes, but then makes them again You've heard it once, you'll hear it again Your blood, their blood serves the same! And backs are slapped in celebration The success of extermination Freedom maintained so humanely As they wipe their hands of blame so bravely Back at home she wears the fur That proves his precious love for her Death and glory on her shoulders sit The master takes what's rightfully his Murder is committed in the guise of sport Ripping flesh is given no thought Glasses are raised in dedication The crime is given a justification Heart beats faster, eyes wide and staring Death comes whistling cold, uncaring Slaughtered animals, slaughtered squaddies (Chorus) The time has come when we all must turn around and start to think No more standing in the corner Question the missing link The link that created the misery and pain That sees the mistakes, but then makes them again You'll hear it again Your blood, their blood!