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1 Heifer whines could be human cries Closer comes the screaming knife This beautiful creature must die This beautiful creature must die A death for no reason And death for no reason is MURDER And the flesh you so fancifully fry Is not succulent, tasty or kind It's death for no reason And death for no reason is MURDER And the calf that you carve with a smile Is MURDER And the turkey you festively slice Is MURDER Do you know how animals die ? Kitchen aromas aren't very homely It's not "comforting", cheery or kind It's sizzling blood and the unholy stench Of MURDER It's not "natural", "normal" or kind The flesh you so fancifully fry The meat in your mouth As you savour the flavour Of MURDER NO, NO, NO, IT'S MURDER NO, NO, NO, IT'S MURDER Oh ... and who hears when animals cry ?
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2 Misera impiegata di merda, una vita di pompini al tuo capo Per farti una pelliccia e giocare alla nobildonna: «Quanti cazzi hai preso, troia, per pagare a rate il cadavere che indossi?» L'altamoda veste solo puttane! L'altamoda veste solo puttane! Che il mantello di sangue a cui tanto tieni Possa prenderti presto fuco addosso Avvolgendoti nel suo ultimo caloroso abbraccio! L'altamoda veste solo puttane! L'altamoda veste solo puttane! Abbraccio di morte, elettricità, piccoli occhi chiedono pietà Tenerezza ed affetto spenti a bastonate solo per i tuoi capricci da puttana: stop, stop Ma adesso basta con violenza e crudeltà La moda è cambiata e di piombo vestita, inizia la sfilata!
l'alta moda veste solo puttane

3 I'm walking through the grey walkway of the city And through the brightly lit shops and supermarkets And I'm walking through the fields of the innocent Passing by the fairytale farm Balancing on the brittle edge of a short life That is ended by the knife The factory's still churning out, all processed, packed and neat An obscure butchered substance and the label reads "meat" Hidden behind false names such as pork, ham, veal and beef An eye's an eye; a life's a life, the now forgotten belief Yet, everyday production lines are feeding out this farce To end up on your table, then shat out of your arse Yet, still you're queuing, and still you're viewing Sawing out limbs just right for stewing Carcasses piled up in a heap Sort, soft, juicy chunks from freezers deep Well, can't you see that that juice is blood? From newborn throats, red rivers flood Blood from young hearts blood from the vein Your blood, their blood, serves the same
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