Slugs Lyrics

I weep for the pigeon

For she's naught but what we made her

We made her the messenger, the pet, the racer

And now she feasts from refuse

Filth and disease, we accuse

So I weep

And I cry for the slugs

For where may they call home?

And why should they get the salt

While the snail gets a job

Why must sloth and nowhere to be, condemn them to you or me

So I weep

And it's the duty of the cockroach

Given first by its maker

To rid us if our refuse

And wash us of our waste

And a duty so accursed

Comes with yet another burden

Below all else, we find the cockroach repulsive

You can't convince me

There's beauty in the inequities

Or diamonds in the slough

So I weep for bilge rats

And I weep for you