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Just animal sounds from way down low Hinting at a final body blow Meal in the making, meat for all Lions on station, having a ball Chomping on guts, testicles too Cow brings in the rest of the crew The slackers and kissers of petulant ass Join the low end of this barnyard farce Feeding on scraps and body parts Wobbly spines and wayward hearts Weakened will and mental slips Curtsies, bows and full-waist dips The menu slight, nourishment nil Still they climb the Mad Cow hill Seeing a tree where the forest stands Getting off on tribal bands Hearing words formed between their toes Ushered out through a wayward nose And a mouth that mimics a bad cow birth Sounds from the very end of the earth Flat, of course, as the barnyard know Windmills with cancer continue to blow Get in line, start the humming Welcome to the second coming. |
| Mad Cow is all orange and maw A barnyard quaint to be sure His theater on dope That long hanging rope Wraps around a neck, times two A feisty, delicious brew Spewed from his raw mouth and lips And more from his throat, gut and his hips These jaws of strife are all trigger, no life No lover’s entreaty to capture a wife |