Из альбома: Leitmotiv
Still young and small, couldn't talk at all
He wondered why they had a ball
Out there in the field
It was his wish to eat his dish
Without the flavours of animal bliss
And get this party going
What he didn't know
They put up a show
Those strangers in the night
They had blinded his eyes
And fed him with lies
Butchers in daylight
The animals stood there in a line
So very keen to get inside
To enter the ark of Noah
The dire consequences were
The pungent scent of burning fur
In a wolrd of red and white
What he didn't know
They put up a show
Those men in their disguise
He was no longer deaf
A member of the ALF
Balaclava boy
He was wondering
He was saying things
Everyone heard about
Everyone laughed about
Soon the world would be too small
For the abuse he'd free them all
It is also their world they're not from this world
He had to travel far
With in his bag, his golden balaclava
So many pests tried to stop him on the way
But he made up his mind
Fight deliberate ignorance, feed people's minds
Stood proudly on the barricades
For animal rights
Not animal wrongs