Let’s go out to the field

            where blood is driz­zling sizzling

                        on the snow white bright

                                   on the snow glassy glossy

 

blood hur­ries and scurries

                        the throat hisses

                                   the hand misses

blood is leaking

            the hand is seeking

                        the nails are scratching

            the brain is retching

the soul is oozing

            the eyes are snoozing

 

the nerve winced

            the meat is minced

 

We are slaugh­ter­ing us lively:

he killed my broth­er and father

i killed rather his mother

he killed my cat­tle in one rattle

he jibed with my tribe

with his name i did the same

he fol­lowed the taints

and cursed my saints

 

Drill to kill

                        kill and thrill

                                               mur­der further

                                                                       slay and flay

                                                                                               cher­ish to perish

 

By hook or by crook

an eye for an I

shove the dove

leave the olive

and thou shalt

       thou shalt

       thou shalt

thou shalt shov­el thy neighbour

as thy­self

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