Cows With Guns

<br>Copyright 1996 Lyons Brothers Music (BMI)<br>All Rights Reserved<br>Fat and docile, big and dumb<br>They look so stupid, they aren`t much fun<br>Cows aren`t fun<br>They eat to grow, grow to die<br>Die to be et at the hamburger fry<br>Cows well done<br>Nobody thunk it, nobody knew<br>No one imagined the great cow guru<br>Cows are one<br>He hid in the forest, read books with great zeal<br>He loved Che Guevera, a revolutionary veal<br>Cow Se Tongue<br>He spoke about justice, but nobody stirred<br>He felt like an outcast, alone in the herd<br>Cow doldrums<br>He mooed we must fight, escape or we`ll die<br>Cows gathered around, cause the steaks were so high<br>Bad cow pun<br>But then he was captured, stuffed into a crate<br>Loaded onto a truck, where he rode to his fate<br>Cows are bummed<br>He was a scrawny calf, who looked rather woozy<br>No one suspected he was packing an Uzi<br>Cows with guns<br>They came with a needle to stick in his thigh<br>He kicked for the groin, he pissed in their eye<br>Cow well hung<br>Knocked over a tractor and ran for the door<br>Six gallons of gas flowed out on the floor<br>Run cows run!<br>He picked up a bullhorn and jumped up on the hay<br>We are free roving bovines, we run free today<br>We will fight for bovine freedom<br>And hold our large heads high<br>We will run free with the Buffalo, or die<br>Cows with guns<br>They crashed the gate in a great stampede<br>Tipped over a milk truck, torched all the feed<br>Cows have fun<br>Sixty police cars were piled in a heap<br>Covered in cow pies, covered up deep<br>Much cow dung<br>Black smoke rising, darkening the day<br>Twelve burning McDonalds, have it your way<br>The President said "enough is enough<br>These uppity cattle, its time to get tough"<br>Cow dung flung<br>The newspapers gloated, folks sighed with relief<br>Tomorrow at noon, they would all be ground beef<br>Cows on buns<br>The cows were surrounded, they waited and prayed<br>They mooed their last moos,<br>they chewed their last hay<br>Cows outgunned<br>The order was given to turn cows to whoppers<br>Enforced by the might of ten thousand coppers<br>But on the horizon surrounding the shoppers<br>Came the deafening roar of chickens in choppers