A.S.P.C.A. - No Redeeming Social Value

Opened the door

I could smell the death

They buzz me in

I take a deep breath

Walk down the strip

All eyes on me

A grasp of freedom is all they seek

They can’t escape

Time decides their fate

It’s just another way

To release the hate

Exit the place

My eyes see red

«have a nice day»

Is what the lady said

What a crime, they get the short end of the stick

Picked up against their will and they get dicked