It was August '87
And the butchers were working
In the bloody slaughterhouse
They killed so many animals
To satisfy your lusts
Some vegans want revenge
I think we know so
Well, what do you think of this?
The wife of the butcher
She suddenly pushed out
And this meant her death
'Coz she got impaled on a fleshhookk
The hook grinded her throat
And then it found its way
Thru her mouth, to the brains
Oh god, she bled to death
Well ya vegans
Are you satisfied now?
Not that we are against you
'Coz we are vegeterians