No Redeeming Social Value 01.a.s.p.c.a. Lyrics

A.S.P.C.A.

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 d___ed