Cows with Guns

Fat and docile, big and dumb
 They look so stupid, they aren't much fun
 Cows aren't fun
 They eat to grow, grow to die
 Die to be et at the hamburger fry
 Cows well done
 Nobody thunk it, nobody knew
 No one imagined the great cow guru
 Cows are one
 He hid in the forest, read books with great zeal
 He loved Che Guevera, a revolutionary veal
 Cow Tse Tongue
 He spoke about justice, but nobody stirred
 He felt like an outcast, alone in the herd
 Cow doldrums
 He mooed we must fight, escape or we'll die
 Cows gathered around, cause the steaks were so high
 Bad cow pun
 But then he was captured, stuffed into a crate
 Loaded onto a truck, where he rode to his fate
 Cows are bummed
 He was a scrawny calf, who looked rather woozy
 No one suspected he was packing an Uzi
 Cows with guns
 They came with a needle to stick in his thigh
 He kicked for the groin, he pissed in their eye
 Cow well hung
 Knocked over a tractor and ran for the door
 Six gallons of gas flowed out on the floor
 Run cows run!
 He picked up a bullhorn and jumped up on the hay
 We are free roving bovines, we run free today
 We will fight for bovine Cfreedom
 And hold our large heads high
 We will run free with the Buffalo, or die
 Cows with guns
 They crashed the gate in a great stampede
 Tipped over a milk truck, torched all the feed
 Cows have fun
 Sixty police cars were piled in a heap
 Covered in cow pies, covered up deep
 Much cow dung
 Black smoke rising, darkening the day
 Twelve burning McDonalds, have it your way
 We will fight for bovine freedom
 And hold our large heads high
 We will run free with the Buffalo, or die
 Cows with guns
 The President said "enough is enough
 These uppity cattle, its time to get tough"
 Cow dung flung
 The newspapers gloated, folks sighed with relief
 Tomorrow at noon, they would all be ground beef
 Cows on buns
 The cows were surrounded, they waited and prayed
 They mooed their last moos,
 they chewed their last hay
 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
 We will fight for bovine freedom
 And hold our large heads high
 We will run free with the Buffalo, or die
 Cows with guns