Lyrics

[INTRO]
Quack Quack Mother Fuckerrrrrr

[Verse 1]
Old McDonald had a farm
But not the kind that brings you calm
With rusted fucking gates and fields of bone
He sowed regret, he reaped alone

[Verse 2]
And on that farm, he had a pig
With a grunt so low and eyes so big
It knew the fucking truth, it knew the cost
It squealed for all the souls he lost

[STATIC RADIO vintage speaker]
E-I-E-I-Ow, the tale turns black
The barn is cracked, the fields talk back
E-I-E-I-Ow, the rhyme is wrong
The animals hum a funeral song

[SOLO]

[Verse 3 ]
And on that farm, he had a cow
With hollow fucking moan and furrowed brow
It walked in circles, chewed on grief
Its milk was sour with disbelief

[Verse 4]
And on that farm, he had a crow
It watched from fenceposts, high and low
It didn’t fucking caw, it didn’t fly
It just remembered how to cry

[Chorus]
E-I-E-I-Ow, the tale turns black
The barn is cracked, the fields talk back
E-I-E-I-Ow, the rhyme is wrong
The animals hum a funeral song

[Chorus]
E-I-E-I-Ow, the wind won’t hush
The mud runs red, the leaves all blush
E-I-E-I-Ow, the farm still stands
But not with hope, not with clean hands

[VERSE 5]
It wasn’t just a farm with charm
It was a place that did you harm
And every moo, and every bleat
Was just a prayer beneath your feet

E-I-E-I- OHHH fuck off!