Dealer In Death — текст песни (Oi Polloi)

hey there mr. kipling exceedingly good cakes? you`re a dealer in death your cost image is a fake mr. kipling - death dealer! mr. kipling - life stealer! we ask you this question how many creatures must die to provide the animal fat for your apple pie? in the slaughterhouse the cattle scream and bleed animals condemneded to death by the corporate greed that fuels war and exploitation and steals the earth from all of us but now your rotting facade is crumbling `cos now we`ve got you sussed