“Cow in a LIttle Town” Mendigoria Spain, July 2011

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Mendigoria Navara Spain, July 2011.
Cow In a LIttle Town
Hello everybody, Im a cow,Im going to tell you a story a story about how I died….This story starts off like most I guess. Me and my family and friends where in this field eating grass, when a truck pulled up.
Im just a cow in a little town
why do they make me made
they shock me 
into rage.
Im just a cow in a little town
why do they make me made
they shock me 
into rage.
Im sorry ill try and calm down so I can tell the story.  These men got out and they had these sticks with lightning in them.  They started shocking us with them and chasing us into the truck.  I was so scared we where all so scared.
Im just a cow in a little town
why do they make me mad
they shock me
into rage.
Im just a cow in a little town
why do they make me made
they shock me 
into rage.
We drove into a town with all these humans laughing and dancing.  The truck stopped and they chased out into this little pin where they shocked us more and it hurt it hurt so much I kept saying please stop it hurts I said MOOOOOO we where all saying MOOOO!!
But they didn’t listen.
Era nuestra fiesta
con musica y alcohol
la vaquita llamabe Pepe,
pero Pepe estabe borracho.
Pobre vaquita
tuvo que morir aquella tarde
nacio pa entretenermos
que habiere nccido en India. 
Well I got out of the pin, they let me out and I saw one them and I was going to get him, but he jumped over the fence and i hit my nose and started bleeding and i was there bleeding in the sand and I didn’t know what to do. I felt so alone when they me free to run down the street, and I saw one again and I started chasing him and I got him, I got him, I got him, I got him, I crushed him, I smashed him with my horns, I stomed on his head and squished his brains out onto the street and it felt so good just for a second until I got stabed, until I heard the gun go off, they shot me, they started shotting me and that how I died.
Era nuestra fiesta
con musica y alcohol
la vaquita llamabe Pepe,
pero Pepe estabe borracho.
Pobre vaquita
tuvo que morir aquella tarde
nacio pa entretenermos
que habiere nccido en India. 
Well thats it everybody, thats the story, thats how i died there in the street alone shot by humans. Im a little upset about it.  In fact im really fucking pissed off.  That I should die for your fucking intertainment, me a cow.
Im just a cow in a little town
why do they make me mad
they shock me
into rage.
Im just a cow in a little town
why do they make me made
they shock me 
into rage rage rage rage rageeeee!!!!!!

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