Oh My God (Part 1 + 2)
Lyrics
I hate the way you decide their fate
I hate the way you decide their mate
I hate the prisons you call zoos
I hate their lives being up to you
I hate the disturbing things you do
I hate their lives being up to you
I hate the decisions you don't talk about
I hate the scientists tall and stout
I hate feeling guilty for the meat I ate
I hate being told, 'tough shit you're far too late'
I hate living with a cannibalistic tribe
I hate their talk of the English Prime
I hate fat bastards promoting death
I hate television advertising death
I hate butchers selling death
Oh my god get me out of this fucking mess
If I were an animal I'd live on dreams alone
No wilderness beneath my feet, no hedges are my home
I wouldn't romp in fields of happiness
No pollen in the sun sun-filled sky
There'd be no threats to my existence
There be no passers-by
If I were an animal my mind would rage
If I were an animal, no countryside -- an iron cage
If I were an animal I'd live on dreams alone
No wilderness beneath my feet, no hedges my home
You'd sling me in a cage and leave me to rot
Injecting your chemical and then I'm forgot
If I were an animal of my mind would rage
If I were an animal, no countryside -- an iron cage
If I were an animal of course my mind would rage
If I were an animal, no countryside -- an iron cold cage
Cage
Rage
If I were an animal of my mind would rage
If I were an animal, no countryside -- an iron cage
If I were an animal I'd live on dreams alone
No wilderness beneath my feet, no hedges my home
sling me in a cage, sling me in a cage and leave me to rot
Injecting your chemical, inject your chemicals and then I'm forgot
Cage
I hate the way you decide their mate
I hate the prisons you call zoos
I hate their lives being up to you
I hate the disturbing things you do
I hate their lives being up to you
I hate the decisions you don't talk about
I hate the scientists tall and stout
I hate feeling guilty for the meat I ate
I hate being told, 'tough shit you're far too late'
I hate living with a cannibalistic tribe
I hate their talk of the English Prime
I hate fat bastards promoting death
I hate television advertising death
I hate butchers selling death
Oh my god get me out of this fucking mess
If I were an animal I'd live on dreams alone
No wilderness beneath my feet, no hedges are my home
I wouldn't romp in fields of happiness
No pollen in the sun sun-filled sky
There'd be no threats to my existence
There be no passers-by
If I were an animal my mind would rage
If I were an animal, no countryside -- an iron cage
If I were an animal I'd live on dreams alone
No wilderness beneath my feet, no hedges my home
You'd sling me in a cage and leave me to rot
Injecting your chemical and then I'm forgot
If I were an animal of my mind would rage
If I were an animal, no countryside -- an iron cage
If I were an animal of course my mind would rage
If I were an animal, no countryside -- an iron cold cage
Cage
Rage
If I were an animal of my mind would rage
If I were an animal, no countryside -- an iron cage
If I were an animal I'd live on dreams alone
No wilderness beneath my feet, no hedges my home
sling me in a cage, sling me in a cage and leave me to rot
Injecting your chemical, inject your chemicals and then I'm forgot
Cage