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Berkshire Cunt
作詞：C Campbell
Filled with love and compassion
As she fixes her make-up for a day of fun
He reads the news, it depresses her
With reports of death by bomb and gun
Astride their horses in the winter lanes
They smile at nature with tenderness
They hear the call, hold hands with pride
And look down at the bloody mess
And civilized upright citizens grin
As the dog's teeth tear at shrieking skin
This ain't savagery, it's jolly old culture.
As they stand and wait for death like vultures
She laughs as the bloody fur's flying
Re-applies her lipstick as the animals crying
He claims the tail as privileged prize
And kicks the mangled corpse aside
The time has come
When we all must turn around and start to think
No more standing in the corner
Question the missing link
The link that created the misery and pain
That sees the mistakes but then makes them again
You've heard it once, you'll hear it again
Your blood, their blood serves the same
There they stand and there they grin
Never thinking or questioning
Why blood of innocents must be spilt?
They smile but they can't hide their guilt
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That their life is built upon a pile of bodies
Slaughtered animals? Slaughtered squaddies?
The pleasure they take from another's death
Hides the truth that murder feeds their wealth
She smiles at him as dead eyes stare
He takes her hand and strokes her hair
His fingertips soaked in misery
Are the mark of aristocracy
And the broken form lying in the ditch
The handiwork of the dog and bitch
Bears the label of decency
The honor given so graciously
And backs are slapped in celebration
The success of extermination
Freedom maintained so humanely
As they wipe their hands of blame so bravely
Back at home she wears the fur
That proves his precious love for her
Death and glory on her shoulders sit
As the master takes what's rightfully his
Murder is committed in the guise of sport
Ripping flesh is given no thought
Glasses are raised in dedication
The crime is given a justification
Heart beats faster, eyes wide and staring
Death comes whistling cold, uncaring
Slaughtered animals, slaughtered squaddies
Their wealth is built from murdered bodies
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