The Style Council - Blood Sports lyrics

Who takes the heart from a stag Who gets a hard-on with blood on their hands Who strips the wonder of life When they don't have the right But they say it's fair game And they won't feel no pain As we feel no shame So let the sun come down Let our eyes close the blind Let the rivers run dry Let the forest life die But who are they to decide As if their right is divine As if their right sublime Who wins the hooves loses respect Who k**s the Grace treads with intent - Into Heaven's domain, playing little Christians Hear their voice soar in church Giving thanks for this earth - Then destroying its birth So let the sun come down Let our eyes close the blind Let the rivers run dry Let the forest life die But who are they to decide As if their right is divine As if their right sublime