A minks fur savagely ripped from its back So wealthy cunts can flaunt their riches I can't see the glamour in wearing dead flesh All they see is dollar signs as the animals perish
And for what? (glamour!)
Lipstick rammed down a rabbits throat Hairspray shot into its eyes So cunts can look and smell like shit Why aren't they the ones that are made to suffer?
And for what? (sport!)
Electrodes strapped to their splintering skulls Radiation surging through their bodies Repetitious tests once again prove useless But still you continue to ravage and destroy
