I'm called a cow I'm not about To blow it now For all the cows It's funny how money allows all to browse And be endowed This wish is true it falls into pieces new The cow is you My kind has all run out, as if kinds could blend

Raise head and stomp the blood I got the silver And I wonder What will you follow? When your head is not in order And I'm stomping your little This is for cows It's not for the size of me