| Then one day that lamb realized something and was like Yo, bro |
| I'm an independent living |
| Sentient being with senses endlessly |
| Being treated senselessly |
| By human beings abusing sheep for centuries |
| So let's end this obscenity! |
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| Mary had a little lamb, it's fleece was white as snow (Snow!) |
| Then one day that lamb decided it was Mary's time to go (Oh!) |
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| Mary had a little lamb and the lamb had a little plan |
| Because frankly the little lamb didn't give a damn |
| Said we've had enough of being the sacrificial lamb (Nah) |
| So now you're getting battered by a battering ram |
| Call it Rambo peep |
| But we're Rambo peep |
| At a time so she |
| Couldn't ram no sheep |
| But the girl that flees |
| Can't have no fleece |
| If you're aggro sheep |
| You won't have no peace |
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| Even animal handlers couldn't handle me |
| Like when Lambo bleeps on a damn Kobe (Wah!) |
| Come on, motherfucker, ask me what my mission is |
| I'm a factory farm and abolitionist |
| All we ask is to be happy and calm |
| Watch a couple classic cartoons on Saturday morning |
| Live a simple existence without any harm |
| Other than that, you rams us up into a battery farm (Wah!) |
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| How the hell could you do that to me yawn? |
| I'm going to the Natalie Dorm |
| I'll eat the lamb to the slaughter |
| So man, apparently something |
| Has gone rapidly wrong |
| With the capacity for empathy, morality gone (Oh Boy!) |
| Zip-a-dee-ding-a-bop-a-dee-bop |
| Call the cavalry farmer, you're about to be bummed |
| Because we've had to be calm and now it's havoc we want |
| Calling it karmic carnage in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 |
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| One We're the sheep who want to eat you |
| Try telling someone who'll believe you |
| Who can pull a wool over your eyes like we do? |
| You'll bleed as we bleed and we'll bleep while we bleed you |
| Like Bach, I'm a baroque star |
| Won't stop till my sheep say we're grazing the pop charts |
| Lamb chomping every block till we're dropped far |
| What brawn, we're flocking hostile! |
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| You can't defeat the fleece fleece stockpile |
| People count on cheap regardless what the odds are |
| Try to keep tally of us now you're asleep |
| While we rally a battalion to thousand of |
| Even-toed Ungulate conquerors |
| Hungry to combat the butchers and carnivores |
| Farmers and omnivores |
| Oi! What the hell happened to animal husbandry? |
| Using us just for meat, goodness me |
| Look you see, I'm a cool guy, I can have a laugh |
| But I'm appalled by bantery farms abattoirs |
| So now we're pushing back and pulling off an avatar |
| The woolly gets a full-scale planetary sabotage |
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| You heard so many sweetbars, Spode peep selector, r-r-rewind |
| You heard so many sweetbars, three backs, four slinging wool, need a re-op |
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| One We're the sheep who want to eat you |
| Try telling someone who'll believe you |
| Who can pull a wool over your eyes like we do? |
| You'll bleed as we bleed and we'll bleep while we bleed you |
| Like Bach, I'm a baroque star |
| Won't stop till my sheep say we're grazing the pop charts |
| Lamb chomping every block till we're dropped far |
| What brawn, we're flocking hostile! |
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| There's a rumour that the ruminates are moving in, so move |
| There isn't room for any human in this new beginning |
| Do say grace and give thanks |
| Now you, change place with me and get shanks |
| Easy to abuse one who's lacking a voice (Voice) |
| Whenever you eat it, you are making a choice (Choice) |
| To choose to refuse, make the veils rejoice (Joice) |
| There's too much beautiful food available, so enjoy |
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| One We're a sheep who want to eat you |
| Try telling someone who'll believe you |
| Who can pull a wool over your eyes like we do? |
| You'll bleed as we bleed and we'll bleat while we bleed you |
| Like bark of a barrack star |
| Won't stop till my sheep's heavy grazing the pop charts |
| Lamb chomping every block till we're dropped far |
| What brawn, we're flocking hostile! |
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