Tough Shit Mickey

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Colin Jerwood] Mother nature smiles and cracks a new days dawn Most people on the Earth are sleeping comfortable and warm Out in the fields and pastures it's another new day too One without the war and hatred that is made by me and you A shriek disturbs the peacefulness The cat's just killed a mouse The mother sighs with feeling as she looks out from the house It's 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 go 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's taking place Foxes cower with their cubs to escape the human race Rabbits run for life, deer take cover in the trees The mother sighs with disbelief, then prepares the meat! [Verse 2: Colin Jerwood] Liberate Liberate Think what you're doing! (Liberate) The system's set to ruin! (Liberate) They'll never forget their profits! (Liberate) We've got to fucking stop them! (Liberate) [Verse 3: Colin Jerwood] Because before too long there'll be nothing left alive Not a creature on the land or sea or bird In the sky They'll be shot, harpooned, eaten or hunted too much Vivisection by the clever men who prove that there's no such Things as a fair world with live and let live The Royal family go hunting, what an example to give To the people they lead, and that 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 'Cause 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 won't satisfy their greed, they will spill more blood Of their slaughterhouse haunting the back of the mine The gas chamber of farm life, the end of the line It's a shame about that mouse