The Blood Upon Their Face - The Madding Crowd

They smear the blood upon their face

And, oh, they feel no shame

For it is but a trophy in their cruel and sickening game

They come with guns and kill for fun

Anything that they see

They represent all the decay of western society

They represent all that is wrong

With all the Human race

Rich westerners who kill for sport —

They are Mankind’s disgrace

They kill so they can mount a head

Above their fireplace

They kill so that they all can smear

The blood upon their face

They say they’ve acted heroically

That they have killed a dangerous beast

They look like cowards to me

And they are the only beasts I see

The bullets smash right through the skull

And tear holes in the brain

It is a such, that when they kill

They do not inflict pain

And this is the excuse they use

To kill because they can

And smile for pictures with a corpse

The blood upon their hands

They smear the blood upon their face