Be Kind To Animals

"Each if you, must distinguish for himself between the scenes of; cold reality, and those of; pure illusion..."

They call me old McDonald

I live on a farm

I don't even have a burgler alarm

I got a big gun,

sometimes I shoot little birds just for fun

so don't be steppin' on my property son

Got mah wife and three boys, and little girl

up till last week I didn't have a care in the world

Till, little Johnny started acting crazy

Cause pappa shot Daisy

I was like; Hush little baby don't cry oh just chill

God made animals for us to kill

I said: stop crying damnit, just, stop acting dumb

Ey were you think that burger's comin' from!

But then Johnny ate something dead

So that night the boogieman came out from under his bed

And sat beside his head

His eyes began to glow red

And this is what he said:

Hey Johnny, how you doin' sonny?

What smells so yummi?

Gahhaaa something bloody in your tommy

Ghah you big fat dummy

You can't call ur mommy cause ur sleepin' when we come creepin'

THey gonna nipple your toes

While I stick my long thumb up ur nose

And then all my sick little friends and I

Are gonna sing scary songs till you cryyy hahaaaah!

Be kind to animals...

They're our friends...

"All obsessed, with the taste of flesh"

Once upon a time there stood a magnificant house

up on the hill

overlookin' the sea

the garden was as pretty as can be

And no doubt G,

the lord of the house was very happy

however, one day he

decided to embarg on a long journey

For his dreams set a field to him

magic far away lands

so he began making plans

he knew the long road ahead would put him to the test

so he crossed his heart, and hoped for the best

Only upon his return would he rest

and so began, his adventerous quest

Not after long, word got around that the lord of the house on the hill was out of town

And so, three wicked men hellbound

Kicked down the door to see what they could score

Yo they chilled out, in the lords temple

Four  many moons (huh!)

Living like kings

Helping themselves to the finest of things

The hands of the badguys with fat diamond rings

Well unbeknown to the three wicked men

The lord of the house returned again

"What the hell is going on?" Yelled he.

"Best ye flee or ye shall feel the touch of my steeeel!"

Out the windows they fled

Struck by dread

Back to the land of the dead

The moral of the story:

Your body is your temple

So yo! Act like you know!

Be kind to animals...

They're our friends...

"Man turns animal, for the erotic pleasures of women... And men"