Lyrics

For a nation of animal lovers See for your fucking self There's a place that's neatly tucked away beyond the other side A place in which you'd never dream there'd be a need to hide For the building is surrounded by pastures pure and green The image hides reality, and the distance kills the scream That comes from inside is never exposed to the air The place is packed with scientists who show how much thеy care The guard stands bravely at thе gates, his guard dog by his side The same breed of animal is butchered inside What a fucking waste of money, what a fucking waste of time What a fucking waste of money, what a fucking waste of time Fucking waste of human money, what a fucking way to die What a fucking waste of money, what a fucking way to die There ain't no fucking truth in the inspectors files As he walks down the death corridors, he covers his sighs with smiles He sees the pain and agony but remembering his position He's got his place, another face, but he just ain't paid to question He thinks it's rather funny 'cause he's earning loads of money His eyes are forced aside as out comes another trolley Another tray of corpses, more unlabeled, more unmentioned It's no good asking why? They never fucking listen, so liberate Liberate, liberate, liberate, liberate, liberate Liberate, liberate, liberate, liberate, liberate Liberate, liberate, liberate, liberate, liberate Liberate, liberate, liberate, liberate, liberate Liberate, liberate, liberate, liberate, liberate Animals testing to detect thalidomide Torturing, killing, there's loads more things to try The suffering, the pain,that excruciating pain It all goes over and over again This fucking witchcraft won't solve anything, the same experiment Over and over again Over and over again Again! Again! Again! You want conflict? Conflict? Crowd Conflict! Conflict! Conflict! Conflict! Conflict! Conflict! Conflict! Conflict! Conflict! Conflict!