We're astride the ute Eyes peeled and ears Like guns to wreak purification On our infected land What feral menace lurks Marked for extermination From the placenta, except The magnificent dingo Look at that shade in yonder shade A mob of fifty odd cursed goats They purge the grasses, rape the scrub Pestilent parasites in plague proportions Dismound the truck to bring relief Take sight, am to fuck them up Cracking and thudding merciless lead Brings ghastly bleats and tortured contortions Suffering pig, maimed goat Innards ruptured, dying, bleating Boot on chest, hold taut its throat Slice neck and spine swift fatal bleedng Meet the punishment we mete. Meat Meak your rightful fate. Eagles gore your rotted carcass Ants denude your very bones Stalk through that niggle shin briar shit Sow gone to ground but what foe spy I? Downwind, crouched down to shoot Squint to slay this fearsome feral Wayward shot hurts and alerts Turns tusk to retribute Last two loads just scud his jowls But the butt brings the boar to the butcher's bootTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
