Animals - Funker Vogt

The character which we need

They live all in common

And without self-interest

But we kill them to get the cash

Don’t you think that is trash?

We respect the cunning of a fox

But our weekend trip is it’s death

We hunt them with happiness

And they never get away

We woul like to have

Nine lives of a cat

But we run it over — just once

We envy the birds

They are free what we wish to be

…what we wish to be

But we shoot at them

…we shoot at them

We love them and respect them

We hunt them and we shoot them

We keep them and we feed them

We hunt them and we kill them

Man is just a sly animal

Compare him with all others

And you will see, he couldn’t be a friend