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Listen up brothers and sisters, come here my desperate tale I speak of our friends of nature, trapped in the dirt like a jail Vegtables live in oppression, served on out tables each night This killing of veggies is madness, I say we take up the fight Salads are only for murderers, cole slaw's a fascist regime Don't think that they don't have feelings, just cause a radish can't scream I've heard the screams of the vegetables, watching their skins being peeled Grated and steamed with no mercy.. how do you think that feels? Carrot juice constitutes murder.. greenhouses prisons for slaves It's time to stop all this gardening.. let's call a spade a spade. I saw a man eating celery, so I beat him black and blue If he ever touches a sprout again, I'll bite him clean in two I'm a political prisoner, trapped in a windowless cage 'Cause I stopped the slaughter of turnips, by killing five men in a rage I told the judge when he sentenced me, this is my finest hour.. I'd kill those farmers again, just to save one more cauliflower I've heard the screams of the vegetables, watching their skins being peeled Grated and steamed with no mercy.. how do you think that feels? Carrot juice constitutes murder.. greenhouses prisons for slaves It's time to stop all this gardening.. let's call a spade a spade. How low as people do we dare to stoop Making our broccolis bleed in the soup Untie your beans, uncage your tomatoes Let potted plants free, don't mash that potato! I've heard the screams of the vegetables, watching their skins being peeled Grated and steamed with no mercy.. how do you think that feels? Carrot juice constitutes murder.. greenhouses prisons for
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