Mad Cow gives off fumes Armageddon surely looms Follow my wrath I’ll show you the path Clap for the brown-shirted goons.	Mad Cow’s nobody’s fool He blinks when playing pool Balls in all pockets Eyes out of sockets Hands on his favorite tool.
	Mad Cow is showing his slip Pretending the wind is his whip Blowing smoke through his hole Blacker than coal And words are burning his lip.
Mad Cow colors his lies Goodness how time flies The Central Park Five All still alive Truth put to pasture, dies.	Mad Cow’s into Corinthians I Even has Christ on the run The Perkins, the Peckers The House of God wreckers Religion in the noon-day sun.