Slaughtered Strange man leading me I hear frantic whinnies and stamping hoofs I am lead into a line behind a large grey I stand quietly in the grey yard surronded by spooked horses I hear a gun shot now and then The line moves forwards Horses go in a shed But I don't see them come out Then in a moment I cottoned on This was the slaughter house I stamped my big hooves I rear and shake my large head I am a ton of shire horse but I can't break free It's nearly my turn It's nearly My turn It is my turn In a frantic move I reared and bucked Kicking everyone around me But they are to strong and in to big a number and I am led into the shed A shot to my head I fall to the ground I am down I am dead I am done Like if you are against horse slaughter!!!!!
