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Автор, композитор и аранжимент: Dana Lyons,
Отличаваме се от кравите, защото: 1. Не ни колят за да се тъпчат директно други
2. Тъпчат ни с реклами, политически тв шоу-та и брутална предизборна пропаганда - за де се тъпчат индиректно други
3. В света има мнаго групи, борещи се правата на кравите. Или за правата на кокошките да са свободни. За нашете права има 0 (нула), нула като нищо.
Необходимо пояснение:
Аз съм радикален фен за правата на животните. Още не съм веган, но се подготвям за този преход. У нас все още групи и движения за Animal Rights няма. Когато се появят, жална му майкd обещавам нd Кибер Явор.За да го подпомогна в благородната му дейност на полза роду - нека разглежда този ми пост като подбуждане, съучастничество и каквото още е запомнил от юридическия ПУЦ - към тероризъм. Вследствие на което да почне да ме разследва. За осъждането ми съм скептик. Освен ако магнаурският корифей Цецко не се произнесе :-)
IMPORTANT EDIT:
Непростимо е, че не дадох и текста, поправям се:
Cows With GunsRead the Story, Hearthe Music, Smell the Grange
Now featuring Real Audio, have a listen...Copyright 1996 Lyons Brothers Music (BMI)All Rights Reserved Intro------Am G Am [Am]Fat and docile, big and dumbThey look so stupid, they aren't much fun[G]Cows aren't [Am]fun [Am]They eat to grow, grow to dieDie to be et at the hamburger fry[G]Cows well [Am]done [Am]Nobody thunk it, nobody knewNo one imagined the great cow guru[G]Cows are [Am]one [Am]He hid in the forest, read books with great zealHe loved Che Guevera, a revolutionary veal[G]Cow Tse [Am]Tongue [Am]He spoke about justice, but nobody stirredHe felt like an outcast, alone in the herd[G]Cow dol[Am]drums [Am]He mooed we must fight, escape or we'll dieCows gathered around, cause the steaks were so high [G]Bad cow [Am]pun [Am]But then he was captured, stuffed into a crateLoaded onto a truck, where he rode to his fate[G]Cows are [Am]bummed [Am]He was a scrawny calf, who looked rather woozyNo one suspected he was packing an Uzi[G]Cows with [Am]guns [Am]They came with a needle to stick in his thighHe kicked for the groin, he pissed in their eye[G]Cow well [Am]hung [Am]Knocked over a tractor and ran for the doorSix gallons of gas flowed out on the floor[G]Run cows [Am]run! He picked up a bullhorn and jumped up on the hayWe are free roving bovines, we run free today We will [F]fight for bovine [C]freedom And [E]hold our large heads [Am]high We will [F]run free with the [C]Buffalo, or [E]dieCows with [Am]guns [Am]They crashed the gate in a great stampedeTipped over a milk truck, torched all the feed[G]Cows have [Am]fun [Am]Sixty police cars were piled in a heapCovered in cow pies, covered up deep[G]Much cow [Am]dung Black smoke rising, darkening the dayTwelve burning McDonalds, have it your way We will [F]fight for bovine [C]freedom And [E]hold our large heads [Am]high We will [F]run free with the [C]Buffalo, or [E]dieCows with [Am]guns [Am]The President said "enough is enoughThese uppity cattle, its time to get tough"[G]Cow dung [Am]flung [Am]The newspapers gloated, folks sighed with reliefTomorrow at noon, they would all be ground beef[G]Cows on [Am]buns [Am]The cows were surrounded, they waited and prayedThey mooed their last moos, they chewed their last hay[G]Cows out[Am]gunned The order was given to turn cows to whoppers Enforced by the might of ten thousand coppersBut on the horizon surrounding the shoppersCame the deafening roar of chickens in choppers We will [F]fight for bovine [C]freedom And [E]hold our large heads [Am]high We will [F]run free with the [C]Buffalo, or [E]die Cows with [Am]guns Dana Lyons: Guitar and VocalsWith Mi Tierra Mariachi Band members:Alberto Leyva: VihuelaRafael Leyva: GuitarronJesus Sanchez: Trumpet Dedicated to the Mooovement.
Cows With Guns
Intro------Am G Am [Am]Fat and docile, big and dumbThey look so stupid, they aren't much fun[G]Cows aren't [Am]fun [Am]They eat to grow, grow to dieDie to be et at the hamburger fry[G]Cows well [Am]done [Am]Nobody thunk it, nobody knewNo one imagined the great cow guru[G]Cows are [Am]one [Am]He hid in the forest, read books with great zealHe loved Che Guevera, a revolutionary veal[G]Cow Tse [Am]Tongue [Am]He spoke about justice, but nobody stirredHe felt like an outcast, alone in the herd[G]Cow dol[Am]drums [Am]He mooed we must fight, escape or we'll dieCows gathered around, cause the steaks were so high [G]Bad cow [Am]pun [Am]But then he was captured, stuffed into a crateLoaded onto a truck, where he rode to his fate[G]Cows are [Am]bummed [Am]He was a scrawny calf, who looked rather woozyNo one suspected he was packing an Uzi[G]Cows with [Am]guns [Am]They came with a needle to stick in his thighHe kicked for the groin, he pissed in their eye[G]Cow well [Am]hung [Am]Knocked over a tractor and ran for the doorSix gallons of gas flowed out on the floor[G]Run cows [Am]run! He picked up a bullhorn and jumped up on the hayWe are free roving bovines, we run free today We will [F]fight for bovine [C]freedom And [E]hold our large heads [Am]high We will [F]run free with the [C]Buffalo, or [E]dieCows with [Am]guns [Am]They crashed the gate in a great stampedeTipped over a milk truck, torched all the feed[G]Cows have [Am]fun [Am]Sixty police cars were piled in a heapCovered in cow pies, covered up deep[G]Much cow [Am]dung Black smoke rising, darkening the dayTwelve burning McDonalds, have it your way We will [F]fight for bovine [C]freedom And [E]hold our large heads [Am]high We will [F]run free with the [C]Buffalo, or [E]dieCows with [Am]guns [Am]The President said "enough is enoughThese uppity cattle, its time to get tough"[G]Cow dung [Am]flung [Am]The newspapers gloated, folks sighed with reliefTomorrow at noon, they would all be ground beef[G]Cows on [Am]buns [Am]The cows were surrounded, they waited and prayedThey mooed their last moos, they chewed their last hay[G]Cows out[Am]gunned The order was given to turn cows to whoppers Enforced by the might of ten thousand coppersBut on the horizon surrounding the shoppersCame the deafening roar of chickens in choppers We will [F]fight for bovine [C]freedom And [E]hold our large heads [Am]high We will [F]run free with the [C]Buffalo, or [E]die Cows with [Am]guns
Copyright 1996 Lyons Brothers Music (BMI)All Rights ReservedDana Lyons: Guitar and VocalsWith Mi Tierra Mariachi Band members:Alberto Leyva: VihuelaRafael Leyva: GuitarronJesus Sanchez: Trumpet Dedicated to the Mooovement.