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As the night falls

he roams the land

In his search for lives to end

with matches in his hand

He wets the cattle with gasoline

If he can then why not be obscene?

The stench of burned flesh in the air

Seven hundred cows in despair

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These days – cows ablaze

These days – cows ablaze

These days – cows ablaze

These days – cows ablaze

His violent behaviour

drives the farmers insane

But if they try to stop him

They will die in his flames

Nothing goes against him

but a rainy day

He can hear a voice say

You must obey

Chorus



As the morning comes

he heads back home

To refill with gasoline

and off he goes

So as the night falls

he roams the land

In his search for lives to end

With matches in his hand

Chorus