Watkin Tudor Jones Jr. - Be Kind To Animals lyrics

"Each of you, must distinguish for himself. Between the scenes of cold reality, and those of pure illusion" They call me Old McDonald, I live on a farm Yo I don't even have a burglar alarm I got a big gun Sometimes I shoot little birds Just for fun So don't be stepping on my property son Got my Wife, three boys, and little girl Until last week I didn't have a care in the world Till little Johnny started acting crazy Cuz Poppa Shot Daisy I was like, "Hush little baby! Don't cry yo, just chill God made animals for us to k**" I said, "Stop crying dammit, just stop acting dumb! Where you think hamburgers come from?" For that night Johnny ate something dead So that night the Boogeyman came out from under his bed And zapped inside his head His eyes began to glow red And this is what he said ("Hey Johnny, how you doin' sonny? What smells so yummy? Got something bloody in your tummy! Don't cry you big fat dummy! You can't call your mommy Cuz you're sleeping When we come creeping! They gonna nibble your toes! While I stick my long tongue up your nose! Then all my sick little friends and I Are gonna sing scary songs till you cry Be kind to animals, they're our friends! All obsessed with the taste of flesh Once upon a time There stood the magnificent house Up on the hill Over looking the sea The garden was as pretty as can be And no doubt G The lord of the house was very happy However, one day he Decided to embark on a long journey For his dreams had revealed to him Magic far away lands And he began making plans He knew the long road ahead would put him to the test So he crossed his heart, and hoped for the best Only upon his return would he rest And so began his adventurous quest Oh And after long word got around That the lord of the house on the hill was out of town And so Three wicked men hell bound Kicked down the door to see what they could score Yo they chilled out At the lords temple For how many moons? Ha! Living like kings Helping themselves to the finest of things The hands of the bad guys Bore phat diamond rings While unbeknown To the three wicked men The lord of the house returned again "What the hell's going on!?" yelled He "Best deflee, or yee shall feel the touch of my steel!" Out the windows they fled Struck by dread Back to the land of the dead The moral of the story, your body is your temple So yo, act like you know Be kind to animals, they're our friends! "Man turns animal, for the erotic pleasures of women And men."