Listen up, brothers and sisters, come hear my desperate tale
I speak of our friends of nature, trapped in the dirt like a jail
Vegetables live in oppression, served on our tables each night
This killing of veggies is madness, I say we take up the fight
Salads are only for murderes, cole slaw's a fascist regime Don't think that they don't have feelings, just cuz a radish can't scream
CHORUS:
I've heard the screams of the vegetables
(scream scream scream)
Watching their skins being peeled
(having their insides revealed)
Grated and steamed with no mercy
(burning off calories)
How do you think that feels
(bet it hurts really bad)
Carrot juice constitutes murder
(and that's a real crime)
Greenhouses prisons for slaves
(let my vegetables grow)
It's time to stop all this gardening
(it's dirty as hell)
Let's call a spade a spade
(is a spade is 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
Cuz 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'll kill those farmers again just to save one more cauliflower"
CHORUS
How low as people do we dare to stoop
Making young 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
(scream scream scream)
Watching their skins being peeled
(fates in the stir fry are sealed)
Grated and steamed with no mercy
(you fat gourmet scum)
How do you think that feels (leave them out in the fields
Carrot juice constitutes murder
(V8's genocide)
Greenhouses prisons vor slaves
(yes your compost's a grave)
It's time to stop all this gardening
(take up macramee)
Let's call a spade a spade
(is a spade is a spade...)
Writer(s): Michael Mccormick, Trevor Strong, John Whytock
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