Текст: Bad Acid Trip. Beef Moo.

The powers that be - Claim thereA?s no reason to fear
Keep on making babies - Fuck the ones here
Too many people for such a small place.
Over-population by the human race
Used the resources on the planetA?s face.
But wait till we get into outer space
The masses just mull around and exist day to day
Subverted conceptions keep the cattle at bay
Researchers have long stated their case
WeA?re becoming a blemish on this planetA?s face
Like flowers wilting in a fragile vase
WeA?re a dying species in this pretty place
The masses just mull around and exist day to day
Subverted conceptions keep the cattle at bay
Researchers have long stated their case
WeA?re becoming a blemish on this planetA?s face
Like flowers wilting in a fragile vase
WeA?re a dying species in this pretty place
Fat rats breed us toward our own annihilation
Hiding ideas thatA?d be our salvation
Too many people in such a small place.
Over-population by this human race
They beat you down, say A'Learn your placeA¶
As part of a statistic called the human race

Fat rats breed us toward our own annihilation
Hiding ideas thatA?d be our salvation
Too many people in such a small place.
Over-population by this human race
They beat you down, say A'Learn your placeA¶.
As part of a statistic call the human race
Beat you down learn your place.
Part of a statistic called human waste
Have you ever considered the possibility
The reason the powers that continue to be
Try and facilitate over-population
Back- stock human slaves as extinction marches on
Have you ever considered the possibility
The reason the powers that continue to be
Try and force over-population.
YouA?re what we like to call
Beef-moo (4x)
YouA?re the beef-moo