Revenge, it is the most ignorant desire that I've ever had
I was feeling really good but now I am sad
But I am glad that I am here right now
I want to bow to a holy cow
And then tell the cow my sins
Then throw them in recycling bins
And learn from my mistakes
Then throw my litter in lonely lakes
For anthropologists to find
I hope that no animals mind
I am trying to do my job
I am eating corn on the cob
Do not rob me of my hobby, do not rob me of my life
Do not rob me of my hobby, put down your vengeful knife
I was not prepared for your weaponry, your premises are allergic to your aims
I was not prepared for your weaponry, your premises are allergic to your claims
The Window Smashing Job Creators - Contemplating Animal Agriculture on Shrooms Lyrics
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Revenge, it is the most ignorant desire that I've ever had
I was feeling really good but now I am sad
But I am glad that I am here right now
I want to bow to a holy cow
And then tell the cow my sins
Then throw them in recycling bins
And learn from my mistakes
Then throw my litter in lonely lakes
For anthropologists to find
I hope that no animals mind
I am trying to do my job
I am eating corn on the cob
Do not rob me of my hobby, do not rob me of my life
Do not rob me of my hobby, put down your vengeful knife
I was not prepared for your weaponry, your premises are allergic to your aims
I was not prepared for your weaponry, your premises are allergic to your claims
I was feeling really good but now I am sad
But I am glad that I am here right now
I want to bow to a holy cow
And then tell the cow my sins
Then throw them in recycling bins
And learn from my mistakes
Then throw my litter in lonely lakes
For anthropologists to find
I hope that no animals mind
I am trying to do my job
I am eating corn on the cob
Do not rob me of my hobby, do not rob me of my life
Do not rob me of my hobby, put down your vengeful knife
I was not prepared for your weaponry, your premises are allergic to your aims
I was not prepared for your weaponry, your premises are allergic to your claims
Writer: Comrade Space
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