Lyrics:

The powers that be - Claim therels 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 planetls 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

Welre becoming a blemish on this planetls face

Like flowers wilting in a fragile vase

Welre 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

Welre becoming a blemish on this planetls face

Like flowers wilting in a fragile vase

Welre a dying species in this pretty place

Fat rats breed us toward our own annihilation

Hiding ideas thatld be our salvation

Too many people in such a small place.

Over-population by this human race

They beat you down, say oLearn your placeö

As part of a statistic called the human race

Fat rats breed us toward our own annihilation

Hiding ideas thatld be our salvation

Too many people in such a small place.

Over-population by this human race

They beat you down, say oLearn your placeö.

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.

Youlre what we like to call

Beef-moo (4x)

Youlre the beef-moo