Dennis Leary - Cows With Guns Lyrics

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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 freedom 
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

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lyrics submitted by jen
lyrics corrected by Ethan on 20-05-2006