They told us beef was safe then told us not to eat it 
Got banned from exportation but not from the supermarket 
Before someone else died 
But the people they all cried 
'We need our meat and the money it makes' 
You can't get a better bit of profit on your plate 

Frightening to see how money and tradition 
Can over-ride the facts and force a position 

Now stickers in four-wheeled vehicles say 
'I'm proud to eat beef' instead of 
'My other car's polluting as well' 
So much that it's fucking up the food chain, hell 
What's that taste? It's animal waste 
The look on your face says 'What's that smell?' 
It's the stink of dead flesh 
It's the sunday best 
And other sacred cows 
But they've all gone mad now 
Well you'd be pretty mad too 
If what happened to cows happened to you 
Having your children taken away 
Forced to stand in a pen each day 
Fed the shit from other dead things 
Then chopped to bits 

We all suggest you go vegetarian 
Then all these problems are all sorted out