| See that monkey — fear in his eyes —
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| they’re feeding him to an enormous size,
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| they’re testing his digesting
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| in laboratories.
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| They cut him open, they look inside
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| They send him on a centrifugic ride:
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| distress is progress
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| in laboratories.
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| Save them, save them from the scientists.
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| Save them, save them from the scientists.
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| See that spaniel, he’s no-one's pet —
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| if you listen you can hear him fret:
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| injected, vivisected in laboratories.
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| Save them, save them from the scientists.
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| Save them, save them from the scientists.
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| It’s all for lipstick and facial creams
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| all the misery and all the screams:
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| pain and stress is progress
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| in laboratories.
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| It’s all for research into disease
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| so men live longer they burn and freeze.
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| Injected, vivisected in laboratories.
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| Save them, save them from the scientists.
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| Save them, save them from the scientists.
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| Save them.
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| Save them. |