Now You’ve Put Your Foot In It lyrics
by Conflict
Jesus Christ, it's now got out of control
There's three million animals dead
God, Father, anyone, help us please
This is destroying the future, our lives wrecked
Meanwhile the brigadier loads his prick with the
Bolt and takes command of the cull
Maker forgive me, accept my body to heaven
I'm begging, please pray for my soul
Oh shut your whining f*cking mouths
And f*ck you, too
Am I a right callous c*nt
Or have I seen through you?
We didn't shut our mouths when they told us to
We're not like you who follow suit
Why shut your mouth? Because I told you to
You've put your foot in it enough, you don't know truth
You've been telling me, now I'm telling you
Another cattle farmer cops it. People cry at the altar
I couldn't give a f*ck
How many animals slaughtered?
The industry of greed, economic will to succeed
A blind ambition, the open mouths to feed
Fox hunts on hold; their masters join the cull
It's for the good of the country? Killing? Control?