Sentimental Lyrics

"Eh, nah I won't give up meat."
"...And if 30 million people a year are dying of hunger or of hunger related diseases?"
"Nah I still won't give up meat."
*beep*
"While people are starving elsewhere, 9/10 of the grain grown in the United States is fed to animals so we can eat meat. The result is that we feed pigs, better than many third world countries feed people."
*beep*
"Alot of 'em should get enough food shouldn't they? What do they spend their money on?"
*beep*
"If they starve, they starve, and it's up to them, it's the way they put themselfs ain'it?"

Feathers burn so easily, the cat is blinded in the garden,
Last vision the lark is flame.
The cattle shed gives off the smell of sunday kitchen, the gentle
Eye, the dispensable perfection.
Before the flash takes two weeks' food, pile the sacks of earth and hide. All of us here know it, we grew it.
Fighting amongst ourselves, leaving bits of flesh on barbed wire,
A little blood on the floor.
Locks and bars across the door, well versed in violation,
Our children beat each other in the garden.
Our failure to accept the earth, we talk of love but push it to the edge. Push it to the edge.Crass - Sentimental - http://motolyrics.com/crass/sentimental-lyrics.html
This is no natural aggression composing death, I am afraid for beauty
When I see the fist,
The perfect hand that turns against itself, the perfect hand that holds a
Gun or wields a butcher's blade, or leads to death,
Leads to death the used-up bull or incarcerates the hopeless fool
Or takes the forest with a single flame
Leaves the nest an empty shell. Human kind condemns the hunting
Beast yet their own choice leaves behind such ragged meat.
The military dream of blood,
Their sweet wine flowing in the veins of men
Who work towards our bloody end.
They fly Enola gaily,
Give birth to this waiting...
Waiting, give us the reality of our hatred,
Give the earth nothing.
Melting, goats dead on the green,
Dying lambs bleating by the wire...
Three last days on the earth,
I lay down to die in the grass.