Arrogant Worms lyrics
Arrogant Worms lyrics
"Cows With Guns lyrics"
Bring My Family Back lyrics
I'm on lonely street age nearly three Recently Mama's crying all the time is it because of me or my younger sister, even Dad was weeping when he kissed her. Face all puffy like a blister, crying like he missed her. Since we moved away from the house, wher
I'm on lonely street age nearly three Recently Mama's crying all the time is it because of me or my younger sister, even Dad was weeping when he kissed her. Face all puffy like a blister, crying like he missed her. Since we moved away from the house, wher
Fat and docile, big and dumb. They look so stupid, they aren't much fun. Cows aren't fun. They eat to grow, grow to die, Die to be eaten at the hamburger fry. Cows well done. Nobody thunk it, nobody knew. No one imagined the great cow guru. Cows are one. He hid in the forest, read books with great zeal. He loved Che Guevera, a revolutionary veal. Cow Tse Tongue. He spoke about justice, but nobody stirred. He felt like an outcast, alone in the herd. Cow doldrums. He mooed we must fight, escape or we'll die. Cows gathered around, cause the steakPulling You Down lyricss were so high. Bad cow pun. But then he was captured, stuffed into a crate. Loaded onto a truck, where he rode to his fate. Cows are bummed. He was a scrawny calf, who looked rather woozy. No one suspected he was packing an Uzi. Cows with guns. They came with a needle to stick in his thigh. He kicked for the groin, he pissed in their eye. Cow well hung. Knocked over a tractor and ran for the door. Six gallons of gas flowed out on the floor. Run cows run! He picked up a bullhorn and jumped up on the hay. We are free roving bovines, we run free today. We will fight for bovine
10 times the man But no time to prove That in a grasping society You can be of use They're pulling you down No-one to talk to No-one seems to care Theres an easy way out But you just don't know If you dare They're pulling you down The bedsits expenGlitter & Glue lyricsfreedom, And hold our large heads high. We will run free with the Buffalo, or die. Cows with guns. They crashed the gate in a great stampede. Tipped over a milk truck, torched all the feed. Cows have fun. Sixty police cars were piled in a heap. Covered in cow pies, covered up deep. Much cow dung. Black smoke rising and darkening the day. Twelve burning McDonalds, have it your way. We will fight for bovine freedom, And hold our large heads high. We will run free with the Buffalo, or die. Cows with guns. The President said "Enough is enough. These uppity cattle, its time to
I've never seen your glitter shine so see-thru as right here I've been between myself on me and you Is it good enough for a run? Is it good enough for the fun? Now you've made me see and I'm excited cuz.... [Chorus] Now it's a "No" Now it's a big "No"<Blood Runs Red lyricsget tough" Cow dung flung. The newspapers gloated, folks sighed with relief. Tomorrow at noon, they would all be ground beef. Cows on buns. The cows were surrounded, they waited and prayed. They mooed their last moos, They chewed their last hay. Cows out gunned. The order was given to turn cows to whoppers, Enforced by the might of ten thousand coppers. But on the horizon surrounding the shoppers. Came the deafening roar of chickens in choppers. We will fight for bovine freedom, And hold our large heads high. We will run free with the Buffalo, or die. Cows with guns.
watch it peopleblood on the featherblood on my fatherand now it's a comin' down quick, look outsaw my father indiandying down in garbage landnow misery won't say goodbyeman i'm all messed up insidelike billy jack's soul attacki'm one injun you won't fo