I stand on top of the mountain
And I feel just like an Indian a long time ago
With their spear and their arrow
Trying to kill a buffalo
To use its hide for my shelter and family
But oh no…
I really got my rifle
Trying to find a deer
So I can put it on my wall!
You know, freedom doesn’t exist
Not for these little animals
Because we got everything we want, we got in our fists
You caught the shark in the net
Just take it’s fin
Don’t worry, you don’t have to regret
Give the little calf another pill
Get it ready for the common drill
To settle the supply and demand
So we can get our fill!
And to get another tender steak to eat with our hands
You know, freedom doesn’t exist…
© Carly Wiggins 2006
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