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Profit From Death Lyrics

Order your fries - an animal dies
Order your burger - cold bloodied murder
Occupy our country, now you want our c**ture
While a third-world child is eaten by your vultures
Famine spreads under your golden arches
You make me sick, it's time to stop what you've started
Filling kids with lies about meat:
To them its not slaughter, its a speacial kind of treat
While all the time, in the back of your mind
Its "How much profit can I make this time?"
Ronald MacDeath you are insane -
All you want is more from your murder-chain.
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