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'' Your Brutality Is The Act Of A Fool ''
I'm running like thunder while my heart pounds,
why am I being pursued by all these hounds,
I'm but one they are an army of horses and mounts,
this is really quite barmy if catching me is what counts.
I've done nothing wrong except trying to survive,
on this Earth I belong that is why I'm alive,
they are saying I'm vermin well that's their excuse,
put that in my sermon it is sad and obtuse.
What is it I've done to be treated this way,
while to them it is sport I do not have a say,
they are catching me now I am so out of breath,
so I ask myself how will I face my own death.
They've caught me at last I am dead on my feet,
the hounds have amassed I can no longer compete,
I feel a terrible fear deep within my heart,
those mounted all cheer as I'm torn apart.
I must take you to task your lies are deceiving,
as in your glory you bask what are you achieving?
My partner and cubs are left without food,
while you head to the pubs they're left to brood.
I curse you all for what you have done,
killing animals in the name of fun,
it will never be sport it's both evil and cruel,
' Your Brutality Is The Act Of A Fool'
why am I being pursued by all these hounds,
I'm but one they are an army of horses and mounts,
this is really quite barmy if catching me is what counts.
I've done nothing wrong except trying to survive,
on this Earth I belong that is why I'm alive,
they are saying I'm vermin well that's their excuse,
put that in my sermon it is sad and obtuse.
What is it I've done to be treated this way,
while to them it is sport I do not have a say,
they are catching me now I am so out of breath,
so I ask myself how will I face my own death.
They've caught me at last I am dead on my feet,
the hounds have amassed I can no longer compete,
I feel a terrible fear deep within my heart,
those mounted all cheer as I'm torn apart.
I must take you to task your lies are deceiving,
as in your glory you bask what are you achieving?
My partner and cubs are left without food,
while you head to the pubs they're left to brood.
I curse you all for what you have done,
killing animals in the name of fun,
it will never be sport it's both evil and cruel,
' Your Brutality Is The Act Of A Fool'
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`` Your Brutality Is The Act Of A Fool ``
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