Riot/Clone Song Lyrics
Artist: Riot/Clone
Song: Death to Humanity
Album: Still No Government Like No Government
I'm a rabbit confused and scared, they're testing cosmetics for your hair
My eyes are red and sore from the spray, but I can't wipe the pain away
I'm locked up inside my box, they forced me to accept the knocks
My thoughts fall through, I'm aghast as I try to recall the past
I'm a little dog with a hole in my head I really would be better off dead
Electrode sticks out like a horn; It's been there since I was born
Must be the cause for my lack of brain, repeated shocks have rendered me insane
Why do humans cause me harm? I still remember life on the farm
I was in a circus doing tricks, now I sit here waiting for my fix
They really made a monkey out of me, now I'm a bestial junkie
Where's the man he's running late? Sounds in my head reverberate
And I know it must be close to my final overdose
If we could get out of our cages, history we'll rewrite the pages
We will get together and sing so everybody's ears will ring
Death to all humanity, you'll pay for what you did to me
In that laboratory (repeat)
Artist: Riot/Clone
Song: For What?
Album: Do You Want Fries With That?
Sew up kittens eyes to make them blind. make their reflexes unaligned. For what? For what?
Try to infect chimps with AIDS, damage sheep with hand grenades. For what? For what?
To make money in the name of science, to satisfy stupid laws with dumb compliance
For delusion that the fight against disease has a plan, worst of all - because they can
Transplant an extra head on a dog, remove the spines from a hedgehog. For what? For what?
Drip cosmetics into rabbits' eyes, give monkeys drugs to make them high. For what? For what?
To make money in the name of science, to satisfy stupid laws with dumb compliance
For delusion that the fight against disease has a plan, worst of all - because they can
Poison guinea pigs till half are dead, put electrodes into live cats' heads. For what? For what?
Crucify a dog to study its pain, if an experiment's been done, they'll do it again. For what? For what?
To make money in the name of science, to satisfy stupid laws with dumb compliance
For delusion that the fight against disease has a plan, worst of all - because they can
(Over) a hundred years of torture - not a single cure!
Artist: Riot/Clone
Song: Hillgrove
Album: Do You Want Fries With That?
Down in Witney, Oxfordshire there's been a farm for many years
You won't find this farm in fairy tales; here, cats and kittens were raised for sale
In darkened sheds they had no fun, those kittens would never feel the sun
Cats used as breeding factories, the kittens sold to vivisection laboratories
It's only a battle, the war's not won, but let's celebrate now Hillgrove's gone
Month by month the campaign gained pace as protesters massed around the place
The cost of security spiralled high, but of submission there was no sign
On protesters injunctions were served, they didn't get disheartened or unnerved
Finally Christopher Brown caved and ended his cruel inhumane trade
It's only a battle, the war's not won, but let's celebrate now Hillgrove's gone
Artist: Riot/Clone
Song: Ode To Johnny
Album: Do You Want Fries With That?
Take animals away from their homes, from the lands and prairies they once roamed Then cage them behind metal bars, imposing stress and mental scars They pace from side to side each day, no chance to hunt, no urge to play No privacy, no stimulation, only boredom and frustration
Zoos are nothing more than prisons
Can't be improved by reformism, zoos are an anachronism Collections of unnatural beasts all hope and instincts long deceased They do little for conservation, not much more for education Entertainment (but) not comedy, just plain and simple tragedy
Zoos are nothing more than prisons
Artist: Riot/Clone
Song: Oi Mush, No!
Album: Do You Want Fries With That?
An exciting contest of man against nature, or sad inadequates trying to boost their stature?
Where animal welfare takes second place, to how fast dogs can be pushed to finish the race
In hope that the record they will break, mushers leave death and suffering in their wake
There are few regulations to intervene, as they treat the huskies like machines
1100 miles shackled to a sled, stop the Iditarod (repeat twice)
The dogs live their lives held by chains,the training causes injury and pain
Tethered to a training wheel and forced to run even if tired or ill
The slowest get dragged by the neck, which causes injury to the back
Those that don't come up to scratch, at the end of a gun find themselves despatched
1100 miles shackled to a sled, stop the Iditarod (repeat twice)
114 deaths so far, have occurred in the running of this facade
That doesn't count the dogs that face, death later through injuries caused in the race
Money and glory make the entrants lie, the dogs enjoy it, they all cry
Yeah sure, dogs love to run, but to run to their deaths just isn't fun
1100 miles shackled to a sled, stop the Iditarod (repeat twice)
Artist: Riot/Clone
Song: One Struggle, One Fight
Album: Do You Want Fries With That
Cut down the rainforests, so cattle can graze, a short sighted act causing long term malaise
Rare species and plant life extinct for all time as they carve the ridiculous from the sublime
Feed the bulk of grain harvested to the meat herds while people are starving all over the world
The waste from herds poisons water supplies, the meat industry causes people to die
Stop interspecies discrimination, animal liberation is human liberation
Put an end to all exploitation, animal liberation is human liberation
How can you speak of compassion when the weakest are treated in this fashion
Human liberation, animal rights, one struggle, one fight
Give all sentient creatures consideration, animal liberation is human liberation
Put an end to all exploitation, animal liberation is human liberation
The basic roots of our oppression stem from hierarchical obsession
Human liberation, animal rights, one struggle, one fight
Destroy the exploitive corporations, animal liberation is human liberation
Put an end to all exploitation, animal liberation is human liberation
Create the illusion that science cures all, shout about breakthroughs that aren't there at all
Deride all your critics as dangerous cranks, to keep public donations flowing into the bank
No justification for all we are told, vivisection's has not yet cured so much as a cold
Stop the money men, ignore all their patter, profits mean all to them, health and safety don't matter
Animal Liberation is human liberation (repeat 3 times)
Artist: Riot/Clone
Song: Rhyming Cutlets
Album: Do You Want Fries With That?
Forget the pain involved in the killing RSPCA give this meat their billing Everyone can buy it and pretend that Eating it isn't cruel as they chew on the fat Deluding themselves as they masticate Of guilt, themselves they abdicate Middle class guilt pangs nullified For they did all they could they're satisfied
Only the bourgeois with their deceit could feign compassion while eating meat Only vegetarian or veganism make you part of the solution not the problem
Do they really think everything's rosy Slaughter and death done painless and cosy Suffering not on the menu today Thanks to the nice folks at RSPCA Intentionally blinkered, purposely naive Lying to themselves cos they want to believe Living in a fantasy, ignoring that Meat is murder and that's a fact
Even Freedom Foods see the sabattoir Are hung from a hook above the floor Neck slashed making them gasp for breath Distraught, not knowing why they should meet death Exhausted, the agonies finally end And people buy the product to share with friends There's no justification for food with a face Humane meat don't exist, it's just a disgrace
Artist: Riot/Clone
Song: Sport
Album: Still No Government Like No Government
I've used up all my cunning, it seems like hours that I've been running
My lungs feel as if they are fit to burst, it makes no difference which route I take
I hear them following in my wake, my throat is pained and swollen up with thirst
Stop the hunt (repeat)
When my senses told me so, I tried to run to earth, but no
The entrances were blocked with mud and clay, I had no choice but take this course
Try to outsmart man, dog and horse, the game is fast reaching it's final play
Stop the hunt (repeat)
The strength in my legs has nearly gone, the will to survive spurs me on
The baying's getting louder all the time, I hear the horns as they are blown
The cheery shouts of 'Tally Ho,' if this is fun I must have missed on mine
Stop the hunt (repeat)
Now they're snapping at my heels, teeth connect and I let out a squeal
Then stumble as if cut down with a knife, as one they're tearing at my coat
Teeth enclose around my throat, In the name of sport I say goodbye to life
Stop the hunt (repeat)
The servant climbs off his horse, walking across to the fox which lies gasping for breath on the ground. Stamping on its head he puts it out of its final miseries, then takes a knife to cut off the animal's brush, and remove its still warm heart. Walking over to his master he hands him both items. The master smears blood over his nine year old daughter's face and hands the fluffy trophy to his wife. Oh what a trophy! Is this really a sport?
Artist: Riot/Clone
Song: Tales From The Riverbank
Album: Do You Want Fries With That?
Down by the riverbank, the mood's calm and serene
The worries of the world slip by, as you survey the scene
But sharing this environment, are people more mundane
Who can't enjoy the countryside, without causing suffering and pain
Come on fish, shoal together, they have no respect for scales, fur or feather
Pull the bastards underwater, hold the fuckers down
They salve their consciences with ignorance, and cover up their indifference
By claiming that fish don't feel pain, and that they throw them back to be caught again
How do they think fish have survived, 500 million years and are still alive
Without a defence mechanism, like pain - it's just illusionism
Come on fish, shoal together, they have no respect for scales, fur or feather
Pull the bastards underwater, hold the fuckers down
Their fingers remove its protective coat, when the fish gets thrown back, what chance has it got
Against disease and painful death, only a matter of time before it draws its last breath
Exhausted by the fight in the water, it's open to attack by predators
Angling a sport? The logic's faulty, angling's nothing but legalized cruelty
Come on fish, shoal together, they have no respect for scales, fur or feather
Pull the bastards underwater, hold the fuckers down
Artist: Riot/Clone
Song: Twats' Entertainment
Album: Do You Want Fries With That?
When people look back in history, they focus on the barbarity
They like to sit and rationalize, that it no longer happens now we're 'civilized'
The Roman arenas have all gone, where christians and slaves were thrown to the lions
But nothing's changed, nothing's changed at all, now instead they use animals
Bullfighting and rodeo, hit them in the pocket, refuse to go
Weakened by being fed laxatives, then further impaired by sedatives
Beaten in the kidneys, jelly blurring their sight, exhausted by heavy weights before the fight
Then their horns are shaved shortly before, so they misjudge their lunges at the matador
After all this inhumane treatment, who could think of a bullfight as entertainment
Bullfighting and rodeo, hit them in the pocket, refuse to go
At the rodeo horses tame and mild, are fitted with straps to make them seem wild
Electric prods, ointments and sticks, prepare the animals to perform their tricks
The calves, the steers, the 'wild' cows, next stop will be the slaughterhouse
Final indignities, pain and fear, for animals that should live many more years
Bullfighting and rodeo, hit them in the pocket, refuse to go
Artist: Riot/Clone
Song: Why Do You Have to Eat Me?
Album: Still No Government Like No Government
I stand my feet slipping through the slats, I'm fed powdered milk to make me fat
My only scenery's metal bars, not for me the sky or the stars
Apparently I will soon be veal, nobody bothered to ask how I feel
I will be hung up by my feet to yield expensive lighter meat
Why do you have to eat me? (repeat twice)
Life's not so bad now we're four to a cage, my life history would take less than a page
They cut off my beak then gave me a home, where I can't flap my wings or aimlessly roam
Noise never ending, can't get any rest, sickness and misery wait to infest
Every day I think to myself, I'll be better in plastic on your market shelf
Why do you have to eat me? (repeat twice)
I could have lived my life in a field, I could have lived without mankind's greed
As it is I'm in a cage and I won't be allowed to reach old age
The rape rack's there to produce more clones, not individuals just meat and bones
Your callous attitude causes pain, how long will this selfishness reign
Why do you have to eat me? (repeat twice)
Your liberal ideals stop you wearing fur coats, but still you‘re willing to cut my throat
Why do you have to eat me? (repeat twice), why do you have to eat meat?
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Posted/Updated: 7/27/03
