Kill The Turkey
shoot him down,
pluck his feathers,
make him ground, make burgers.
Kill the cow,
slit his throat,
let him bleed,
make steaks, make burgers good to eat.
Kill the beast,
who took our dirt.
Oh, black gold
If you want it bad enough
keep your eyes on the prize
Kiss the clever one who said
you made your bed,
now lie in it, die in it.
Kiss the shit that hit the fan
when you went and killed another man.
If you want it bad enough
keep your eyes on the prize
Autor(es): Gregory / The Hawk