MUTILATED CATTLE Mutilated cattle Dead down on the farm No trace of the killers Carcasses still warm Maybe it's the CIA Maybe it's those UFOs Maybe it's the triple-K Only killers and cattle know Mutilated people We cower in the street Springheel Jack's sweet children Will make his work complete Maybe it's your empty eyes Maybe it's your e-g-o Maybe it's your fear of fear Only killers and cattle know Mutilated fantasy Slithers in his brain The fool believes that ecstasy Is the reward of pain Maybe it's just REMs Maybe it's the place to go Maybe it's the whole damn thing Only killers and cattle know ©Lloyd Litke Words and music by Lloyd Litke
