Upper-class tradition A reason for sedition The inglorious 12th Fed by wealth in stealth Those killed along the way Hundreds of birds of prey Raptors lost to pointless appetites That do not care to make things right Wildlife caught in traps Moorland wiped off the map Cooked in flames Trashing zero carbon aims Chinless wonders Full of blunders Money makes its own rules Is the creed of these fools What are they looking for Men who bring murder to the moors? 60 million birds a year All strangers here Foreign invaders Set free for rich mens favours No quarter Just mindless bloody slaughter Life wasted by arrogant pride Then dumped by the roadside How will you make it right For slaking your perverted appetite
