| out in the garden there's a little white rabbit | |
| like revlon toture for your clean little habits | |
| as you wash your hair to keep it clean | |
| you get to wonder why vosene's green | |
| and forget about the silent animal screams | |
| out in the garden there's a little white dog | |
| shampoo in your eyes like a burning fog | |
| but its tried and tested so you won't go blind | |
| animals killed for the good of mankind | |
| for your shining hair so many have died | |
| out in the garden theres a little white cat | |
| and you're catching cancer as you smoke that fag | |
| "when will they find the cure?" you choke | |
| when enough cats have died of smoke | |
| and they say that animals go for the throat | |
| and the monkeys in the zoo they look so tame | |
| in the name of science they removed their brains | |
| to think that man evolved from this beast | |
| civilised savages down from the trees | |
| the animals who run these laboratories | |
| i tell you its real |