The character which we need,
They live all in common,
And without self-intrest,
But we kill them to get the cash.
Don't you think that is trash?
We respect the cunning fox,
But out weekend trip is it's death.
We hunt them with happiness,
And they never get away.
We would like to have,
Nine lives of a cat,
but we run it over - Just once.
We envy the birds.
They are free, what we wish to be,
But we shoot at them.
We shoot at them.
We love them, and respect them.
We hunt them, and shoot them.
We keep them, and feed them.
We hunt them, and kill them.
Man is just a sly animal.
Compare him with all the others.
And you will see,
He couldn't be a friend.
