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.