CRAC
This morning among 100
I’ve been selected
The others, the blood of which
Floods the butchers stall
For an equal fight
My horns ‘ve been filed
Nerves frayed, I mooed
No mean to find a way
Trapped in a box
Struck with bat
Bags of sand thrown
They broke my loins
Without drinking nor eating
In the bullring I landed
The butchery will start
For the pleasure of torturing me
Pure torture
The game is rigged
They claim to be tough
But no chance is given to me
The torture of the pike
My calvary is not finished
Tertio of banderillas
Harpoons stuck in my back
Bullring flooded by blood
Impossible to breathe
The matador ‘s come
He pierced my lungs
One the 3 tertios played
The bastards finished me
Tail and ears cut
The remaining for the butcher
Everything was played beforehand
I had no chance
Everything was planned
Legal Inhumanity
Everything was played beforehand
I had no chance
Everything was planned
Legal Inhumanity
Everything was played beforehand
I had no chance
Everything was planned
Legal Inhumanity
Everything was played beforehand
I had no chance
Everything was planned
Legal Inhumanity
No more audience for this butchery
5% filled bullring
With the politicians’ support
And public subventions
Shows un deficit
No one for Bullfighting
So many politicians
Such Walls and Sarkosy
Support this inhumanity
Delay trials
Send the riot police
And legitimate these SS
Demonstrators reprimanded
Lynched, threatened, gased
But their cause continue
And will win in the end
All behind CRAC
All with ALF
All behind CRAC
All with ALF
[X4] Everything was played beforehand
I had no chance
Everything was planned
Legal Inhumanity