Herbivores Lyrics

Look at all those hipsters Eating right from the trees Look at the skinny suckers Always shitting flabby

I won't eat no damn thing That can't previously walk I need food providing Decent nutricious facts

Ketchup is the one vegetable I'm ok to swallow Congrats Mr Reagan For that thoughtful law

I might consider french fries To go along my steak If their name did not sound So definitely gay
I grew here on the land Of the pilgrim fathers Those who fed on bisons, wild geese Longhorns and hare

I won't give up heritage For that hype green rubbish Nor change my T-bone steak For diuretic black radish

The only real sad thing About my fellow meat Is that it's fed with grass In theory at least

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