Horny Cows and the Fires Burning

The cow is not as horny as the mighty raging bull
We’ve chained ourselves to circumstance and now it’s time to pull
The oceans might be deep and the sky ain’t always blue
The only thing I know for sure is what brought me to you

Steer me on home
The slaughterhouse is calling honey
We don’t have too long
Steer me on home
Your finest thing I’ve ever seen to walk these fields of gold
Steer me on home

The hoof is not as heavy as the marching of the boot
The tracks we leave are never grieved and soon they’re gone for good
No one lives forever and I know that no one should
Understanding is just knowing that we’re all misunderstood

Steer me on home
The slaughterhouse is calling
and we don’t have too long
Steer me on home
Your finest thing I’ve ever seen to walk these fields of gold
Steer me on home

The kitchen knives are hungry and they’re screeching on the plates
Our fate is now decided and they’re sharpening the blades
We were born to walk the mountains but our blood pours in the lake
I was never meant to see the end
You’ll be my last mistake

Steer me home
The slaughterhouse is calling and we don’t have too long
Steer me on home
Your finest thing I’ve ever seen to walk these fields of gold
Steer me on home

I could have been fighting in a war but I guess I wasn’t poor enough to meet the sacrificial blade.

I wish I was alive to thrive in brighter times but all I see for now is darker days.

I would believe in all the dreams that we are better than we seem if I had only seen just a little bit of proof.

I almost have some hope but then the neighbours have to go and share their sad and twisted version of the truth.

I think it might be easier to sink in the abyss of detachment and despair

I stop to take one last look at the world and begin to realise we’re already there.