歌词
We're liberal and unrefined
And, should we ever feel inclined,
We have a freedom to elect
To neither bow or genuflect
To anything or anyone.
If it means a little poking fun,
Then that's the way it must remain.
A sacred cow that can't be slain
Has never seen the light of day.
We cannot in our world exempt
Anything at all from our contempt.
To do so would be to betray
And even squander it away,
This liberty we value most.
The Father, Son and Holy Ghost
Would fly a flag for our campaign!
A sacred cow that can't be slain
Has never seen the light of day.
A legacy that no one owns -
The ravages of sticks and stones
Can never be allowed to cage
The candid truth upon the page.
Unpalatable it may be -
Nobody here will disagree;
But then it goes with the terrain.
A sacred cow that can't be slain
Has never seen the light of day.
It's something of a toxic waste,
Decidedly a lapse of taste,
To bring about an interlude
Where sensibilities intrude.
So, open any seeping scars;
Come, rattle the asylum bars
And take a moment to explain
A sacred cow that can't be slain
Has never seen the light of day.