If every egg we laid was stolen from us
What would become of us, I often ask
With Human Beings eating a vast number
Our future really is now called to task
Everything about us now is standardized
Our bodies and our eggs controlled, and we
Are lost in the darkcages and have been like this for ages
And the pages of the good book few can see

In this corporate Hell ammonia is prevalent
Wire cages split our feet and cause us pain
Often we are left without clean water
And shit and flies, I've got them on the brain
This is not life crammed into sheds and monitored
We lay about 300 eggs each year
Down they roll to be cleaned and disinfected
and then sent off for grading which is clear

"A" grade is bought up by all the Superstores
What is left the food processors buy
We live 72 weeks at the end of that
Well of course its carved in stone we have to die
Knackered we've been laying like the clappers
And now our eggs have lost the quality
So its off we go to collect you know our just reward
In the vile Death Camps they will not let you see

The Packers come for us and throw us disdainfully
Into boxes cram us in, we know
Soon hung upside down shackled on the line
Our throats cut into scalding tanks we drown in our own wine
The Broilers they are let loose in the great sheds
and fed on a concoction every day
In 40 days they are ready to be slaughtered
Some already lame, My God they pay
Dependant upon who sorts us, those are the options
72 whole weeks of laying eggs
or 40 days of life and just enjoy it
because by that time you cannot use your legs
The torture of our life in food production
In torrid sheds in concentration camps
Sleep we cannot sleep we have bright lights all the time
And heat from all those bloody grimy lamps

Nobody to help us if we're sick we are put down
Or left to die, the maggots come and they really go to town
Often eaten whilst alive, you see you create Hell
Every bird I've spoken to has the same story to tell
Crushed at birth just rendered in a moments agony
Is what they want, or not given life at all just left to be
A figment in the ether for surely a life spent
In what is abject torture creates an awful dent
In any creatures psyche in any Earthlings soul
When their bred for corporate profit and a bit of rock and roll.


This is how the chickens feel remember 850 million of us go to our deaths each year in your bloody death camps and thats just in the UK alone, perhaps next time your order chicken you will think about us