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Cows With Guns - текст песни



Cows With Guns


Copyright 1996 Lyons Brothers Music (BMI)


All Rights Reserved


Fat and docile, big and dumb


They look so stupid, they aren't much fun


Cows aren't fun


They eat to grow, grow to die


Die to be et at the hamburger fry


Cows well done


Nobody thunk it, nobody knew


No one imagined the great cow guru


Cows are one


He hid in the forest, read books with great zeal


He loved Che Guevera, a revolutionary veal


Cow Se Tongue


He spoke about justice, but nobody stirred


He felt like an outcast, alone in the herd


Cow doldrums


He mooed we must fight, escape or we'll die


Cows gathered around, cause the steaks were so high


Bad cow pun


But then he was captured, stuffed into a crate


Loaded onto a truck, where he rode to his fate


Cows are bummed


He was a scrawny calf, who looked rather woozy


No one suspected he was packing an Uzi


Cows with guns


They came with a needle to stick in his thigh


He kicked for the groin, he pissed in their eye


Cow well hung


Knocked over a tractor and ran for the door


Six gallons of gas flowed out on the floor


Run cows run!


He picked up a bullhorn and jumped up on the hay


We are free roving bovines, we run free today


We will fight for bovine freedom


And hold our large heads high


We will run free with the Buffalo, or die


Cows with guns


They crashed the gate in a great stampede


Tipped over a milk truck, torched all the feed


Cows have fun


Sixty police cars were piled in a heap


Covered in cow pies, covered up deep


Much cow dung


Black smoke rising, darkening the day


Twelve burning McDonalds, have it your way


The President said "enough is enough


These uppity cattle, its time to get tough"


Cow dung flung


The newspapers gloated, folks sighed with relief


Tomorrow at noon, they would all be ground beef


Cows on buns


The cows were surrounded, they waited and prayed


They mooed their last moos,


they chewed their last hay


Cows outgunned


The order was given to turn cows to whoppers


Enforced by the might of ten thousand coppers


But on the horizon surrounding the shoppers


Came the deafening roar of chickens in choppers



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