Dunwich Farm Songtext
von Buzzard

I ain′t gonna work on Dunwich Farm no more
I ain't gonna work on Dunwich Farm no more
Happy cows get a bolt in the head, splattering men with blood
The turkeys grow so fat they can′t even stand up
I ain't gonna work on Dunwich Farm
I ain't gonna work for Whateley Brown no more
I ain′t gonna work for Whateley Brown no more
He hires migrant labor to plow the fields like slaves
Their last job before they′re fired is digging their own graves
I ain't gonna work on Dunwich Farm
I ain′t gonna work for Dr. Green no more
I ain't gonna work for Dr. Green no more
He prescribes anecdotes to cure the workers′ pain
And when they get addicted, the thugs drag them away
I ain't gonna work on Dunwich Farm
If I had a hammer, I′d hammer out a deal


To liberate the captives in the cages from becoming veal
The circle stays unbroken
I stand where I am in the pentagram
Drawn with blood on the floor
I ain't gonna pray to the Elder Gods no more
The Elder Gods are crazy
The Elder Gods are cruel
The Elder Gods are fake
From Poseidon to Cthulhu
From Abraham to Zeus
Deities from A to Z
That old time religion
Ain't worth a damn to me
I ain′t gonna work on Dunwich Barn
I ain′t gonna work on Dunwich Farm
Dunwich Farm