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I'm getting sick and tired of this world, but I know, I know nothing.
I am just a stupid girl, and I know, I know nothing.
I'm getting sick of this hate we spread, and I know, I know nothing.
I'm getting sick of being publicly brain dead, and I know, I know nothing.
Chorus:
I, I am nothing, I know nothing
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Gay Panic Defence - Eh
00:52
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Look how cute
Look how sweet
This one is ugly
I think I'll just eat
Sign my petition
No more hunting
Unless it's for my stomach
Then keep on killing them
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There is no excuse,
For the animal abuse,
If only you could see,
If only you could feel,
The taste of meat,
Would lose its appeal.
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You're an animal activist,
When it helps push you're agenda,
Killing animals is wrong,
And there is no other way about it.
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You're not the same as me,
Doesn't mean I'm not who I claim to be,
Just leave me be,
Shit's hard enough,
I'm insecure enough,
I don't look gay enough for you,
Well my internet history sure makes up for that.
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Self destruct, blinded mass.
Why don't you all get our head out your ass?
Life is short, stop the hurt.
There is no need for your cow's milk thirst.
You make me sick when you're eating a pig,
they are wiser than your three year old kid,
End. It. Now.
We are all scum x2
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Verse:
You target them for nothing,
Targeted for being themselves,
Targeted for nothing,
Made to feel that they can't tell.
Chorus:
It's you I have a phobia of.
Verse:
You target them for nothing,
Targeted for who they are inside,
Targeted for nothing,
Made to feel they have to hide.
Chorus:
It's you I have a phobia of.
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Lyrics by Darragh - age 9.
Verse:
Humans locked up in zoos, while animals look at you (There's no difference, there's no difference)
People are packed tightly in cages while chickens run the factory farm (There's no difference, there's no difference)
Chorus:
There's no difference.
Verse:
Humans run terrified while foxes hunt them, purely for fun (There's no difference, there's no difference)
Humans scream in pain while the cows run the abattoir (There's no difference, there's no difference)
Chorus.
There's no difference.
Bridge:
You think this is a joke, but that's the lie you tell yourself.
This is really happening in the role reversal.
Chorus.
There's no difference.
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Straight outta Tomintoul! Marauding down from the Highlands, Bratakus are two sisters who play politically charged punk rock 'n' roll. They are fast, furious and full of righteous rage. Kicking out the jams with minimal nonsense and maximum ragged attitude. ... more
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