Primus
Greet the Sacred Cow
Slice me up a big slab of that sympathetic cheer
If I'm zapped with radiation they say I'll last another year
Line 'em up now to greet the sacred cow
My hands are full of protein, my arms are made of fire
If you're calling me a diplomat, I'll be calling you a liar
Line 'em up now to greet the sacred cow
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