dog has sight feels pain sorry    not quite as dumb as they seem    with or without god's poor judgment    screams just the same to me    leave it up to government    medicine speeds your life away    who shot the cat in the hat    to experiment is insane    fetching bones from the government food bowl    never was a dog's best friend    license to kill    look behind the sentient line    what's alive feels the heat of the flame    the fascist mask media blinds    what's perceived through the tunnel of pain    through slight of hand no one reprimands    the research gone astray    forgotten flesh we're bottle-fed    on a need-to-know basis    teaching lies the little dog cries    the tears of the quiet one's    license to kill    (cuts his crap?)    (cuts his dung?)    wisdom's race false delight    to kill time and time again    tube down the neck    flesh pulled back    to crawl underneath the skin    the corporate death no sentiment    the pain sustained at will    they preach on high morals lie    in this farce called vivisection    what research finds as the animal dies    never did a goddamn thing    license to kill