WHICHEVER WAY YOU WANT IT


There's a place that’s neatly 
Tucked away, beyond the other side 
A place of which you’d never dream 
There’d be a need to hide 
For the building is surrounded 
By pastures pure and green 
But the image hides reality, 
And the distance kills the scream 
That comes from inside 
Is never exposed to the air 
For the place is packed with scientists 
Who show how much they care 
While the guard stands bravely at the gate 
With guard dog by his side 
The same breed of animal is butchered inside 

Well, what a fucking waste of money, 
What a fucking waste of time 
A fucking waste of money, 
What a fucking waste of time 
A fucking waste of money, 
It’s a fucking waste of time 
What a waste of human knowledge, 
What a fucking way to die 

There ain’t no fucking truth 
In the inspector’s files 
As he walks down the death corridors, 
He covers his sighs with smiles 
He sees the pain and agony, 
But remembering his position 
He’s got his place, just another face, 
But he’s just not paid to question 

He thinks it’s rather funny
Because he’s earning lots of money 
When his eyes are forced aside 
As out slides another trolley 
Another tray of corpses, 
Unlabelled and unmentioned 
But it’s no good asking "why, why?" 
Because they never fucking listen 

So, liberate... 

Animal testing to detect thalidomide 
Torturing and killing while 
There’s loads more things to try 
The suffering and the pain, 
The excruciating pain 
It all goes over and over gain 
This fucking witchcraft won’t solve anything 
For it’s the same experiment
Over and over again, over and over again... 
Again  

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