The Social Experiment - Bloody Traditions Lyrics

Flush it out and make it run
How the f*ck can you call this fun?
Chase it down and rip it to bits
To you it's a sport and that makes you a prick
Pompous snobs dressed up to kill
Murdering foxes for the thrill
To these evil minds it's all a game
No remorse morals or f*cking shame
Save our wildlife from these scum
Save our wildlife from these scum
Save our wildlife from these scum
Make it stop
You love to hunt to catch a kill
No conscience about the blood you spill
Traditions old and need to end
Support the sabs who protect and defend
Pompous snobs dressed up to kill
Murdering foxes for the thrill
To these evil minds it's all a game
No remorse morals or f*cking shame
This means war
Hunt the hunt
This means war
Hunt the hunt
Hunt the hunt
Hunt the hunt
Hunt the hunt
Hunt the hunt
Save our wildlife from these scum
Save our wildlife from these scum
Save our wildlife from these scum
Make it stop