Mr. Hands' Wild Ride -

Turn, turn, pull

Remove your head

Scope the field of bullshit that you were planted in

Mile after mile

All become one with the earth

Source of every birth

And the cattle continue to feed…

Only to be butchered soon and be fed right back through you

Defecate

Enrich your fellow man

Evacuate soul

The mill turns

The river runs through us

Created as a foothold

A blindfold keeps us in place

Never existing to prosper

Motion controlled

Grip maintained

A stasis they so desire

Package up the meat for you

Cluck cluck, baa baa, moo moo moo

Only when we bite the hand that keeps us at arms-length will we receive

ourselves