Dr. Harlow, behold the hooks And hear the cows all screaming Staccato bray All drained and flayed And somehow sounds like singing You spool the tape deck You're the conductor A symphony of broken bovine We like to have tea With a doctor like he And it always tastes so fine Some we love Some we hate Some we eat Walk into the office every day To the tune of a screeching baboon Baby monkeys down there A pit ofdespair Suffer the crawling gloom And i draw the chalk line So i can sleep fine To a symphony of suffering and doom I cut my teeth on weaker things That can't fathom the hell that they're in Theirjittery eyes act as a disguise But there is no nephesh within A dog or cat. we all balk at that But it's saccharin sentiment sappy Rape, violate, kill. masticate Cause it makes us so fat and so happy