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The powers that be, claim theres 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 planet'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,
We're becoming a blemish on this planet's face.
Like flowers wilting in a fragile vase,
We'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
We're becoming a blemish on this planet's face
Like flowers wilting in a fragile vase,
We're a dying species in this pretty place.

Fat rats breed us toward our own annihilation,
Hiding ideas that?d be our salvation.
Too many people in such a small place.
Over-population by this human race
They beat you down, say "learn your place,"
As part of a statistic called the human race.

Fat rats breed us toward our own annihilation,
Hiding ideas that'd be our salvation.
Too many people in such a small place.
Over-population by this human race
They beat you down, say "learn your place,"
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.
You are what we like to call
Beef-moo (4x)
You're the beef-moo.

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Beef Moo
Bad Acid Trip

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