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Cows With Guns
Dana Lyons
Intro: / Am - - G / Am - - - / - - - G / Am - - - /
Am
Fat and docile, big and
dumb
They look so stupid, they
aren't much fun
G Am
Cows aren't fun
Am
They eat to grow, grow to
die
Die to be et at the
hamburger fry
G Am
Cows well done
Am
Nobody thunk it, nobody
knew
No one imagined a great
cow guru
G Am
Cows are one
Am
He hid in the forest, read
books with great zeal
He loved Che Guevera, a
revolutionary veal
G Am
Cow Tse Tung
Am
He spoke about justice,
but nobody stirred
He felt like an outcast,
alone in the herd
G Am
Cow doldrums
Am
He mooed we must fight,
escape or we'll die
Cows gathered around,
cause the steaks were so high
G Am
Bad cow pun
Am
But then he was captured,
stuffed into a crate
Loaded onto a truck, where
he rode to his fate
G Am
Cows are bummed
Am
He was a scrawny calf, who
looked rather woozy
No one suspected he was
packing an Uzi
G Am
Cows with guns
Am
They came with a needle to
stick in his thigh
He kicked for the groin,
he pissed in their eye
G Am
Cow well hung
Am
Knocked over a tractor and
ran for the door
Six gallons of gas flowed
out on the floor
G Am
Run cows run!
Am (tacet)
He picked up a bullhorn
and jumped up on the hay
We are free roving
bovines, we run free today
Chorus:
F C
We will fight for bovine freedom
E Am
And hold our large heads high
F C E
We will run free with the buffalo, or die
G Am G Am
Cows with guns
Am
They crashed the gate in a
great stampede
Tipped over a milk truck,
torched all the feed
G Am
Cows have fun
Am
Sixty police cars were
piled in a heap
Covered in cow pies,
covered up deep
G Am
Much cow dung
Am
Black smoke rising,
darkening the day
(tacet)
Twelve burning McDonalds,
have it your way
Chorus
Am
The President said
"enough is enough
These uppity cattle, its
time to get tough"
G Am
Cow dung flung
Am
The newspapers gloated,
folks sighed with relief
Tomorrow at noon, they
would all be ground beef
G Am
Cows on buns
Am
The cows were surrounded,
they waited and prayed
They mooed their last
moos, they chewed their last hay
G Am (tacet)
Cows out gunned
The order was given to
turn cows to whoppers
Enforced by the might of
ten thousand coppers
But on the horizon
surrounding the shoppers
Came the deafening roar of
chickens in choppers
Chorus
This file is the author's own work and represents his interpretation of this song. It's intended solely for private study, scholarship or research.
