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Conflict

Genres: Rock

Tough Shit Mickey Lyrics - Conflict

Mother Nature smiles and cracks a new days dawn 

Most people on the earth are sleeping comfortably and warm 

Out in the fields and pastures, it's another new day too 

One without the war and hatred that is known by me and you 

A shriek disturbs the peacefulness; the cat's just killed a mouse 

The mother says with feeling as she looks out from the house 

It's breakfast time, the clock strikes nine, ham, bacon, one egg or two? 

What a shame about that mouse, what's for tea tonight, lamb stew? 

 

Well, there's things to do, so the family divides in separate ways 

Father works to earn the keep, he's a butcher and well paid 

The daughters go to riding school mother washes up the crap 

One son plays with soldiers; the other aggravates the cat 

Back out in the fields, a different story's taking place 

Foxes cower with their cubs to escape the human race 

Rabbits run for life, deer take cover in the trees 

The mother sighs with disbelief, then prepares the meat 

 

Think what you're doing the systems set to ruin 

The life not the profit we've got to fucking stop it 

 

Because before too long there will nothing left alive 

Not a creature on the land or sea, a bird in the sky 

They'll be shot, harpooned, eaten and hunted too much 

Vivisected by the clever men who prove that there's no such 

Thing as a fair world with live and let live 

The royal family go hunting what an example to give 

To the people they lead and that don't include me 

I've seen enough pain and torture of those who can't speak 

So I'm gonna speak for them in an all out attack 

And if someone tries to whip me, then I will fucking whip them back 

Because I have had enough of this madness in those theatres of hell 

Enough of them hounding the fox to the kill 

Of baby seals being clubbed, their mothers cut up 

They satisfy their greed, their wealth's built on blood 

Of their slaughterhouse haunting the back of the mind 

The gas chamber of the farm life, the end of the line 

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