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out in the garden there's a little white rabbit |
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like revlon toture for your clean little habits |
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as you wash your hair to keep it clean |
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you get to wonder why vosene's green |
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and forget about the silent animal screams |
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out in the garden there's a little white dog |
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shampoo in your eyes like a burning fog |
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but its tried and tested so you won't go blind |
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animals killed for the good of mankind |
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for your shining hair so many have died |
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out in the garden theres a little white cat |
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and you're catching cancer as you smoke that fag |
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"when will they find the cure?" you choke |
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when enough cats have died of smoke |
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and they say that animals go for the throat |
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and the monkeys in the zoo they look so tame |
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in the name of science they removed their brains |
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to think that man evolved from this beast |
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civilised savages down from the trees |
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the animals who run these laboratories |
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i tell you its real |