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DIntro (xx0232@1)Chord
G (320003@1)       D (xx0232@1)          Em (022000@1)     C (x32010@1)                D (xx0232@1) GListen (320003@1)up brothers and sisters, come hear my desperate tale
  G (320003@1)          D (xx0232@1)        Em (022000@1)    C (x32010@1)            D (xx0232@1)         GI (320003@1)speak of our friends of nature, trapped in the dirt like a jail
G (320003@1)       D (xx0232@1)          Em (022000@1)   C (x32010@1)                  D (xx0232@1)  GVegtables (320003@1)live in oppression, served on our tables each night
     G (320003@1)        D (xx0232@1)        Em (022000@1)     C (x32010@1)      D (xx0232@1)         GThis (320003@1)killing of veggies is madness, I say we take up the fight
D (xx0232@1)                 G (320003@1)        D (xx0232@1)                      GSalads (320003@1)are only for murderers, cole slaw's a fascist regime
D (xx0232@1)                              G (320003@1)       C (x32010@1)                        DDon't (xx0232@1)think that they don't have feelings, just 'cause a radish can't scream

Chorus:
G (320003@1)            D (xx0232@1)            Em (022000@1)        C (x32010@1)                        DI've (xx0232@1)heard the screams of the vegetables, watching their skins being peeled
G (320003@1)        D (xx0232@1)             Em (022000@1)    C (x32010@1)        D (xx0232@1)        GGrated (320003@1)and steamed with no mercy, how do you think that feels?
G (320003@1)          D (xx0232@1)         Em (022000@1)     C (x32010@1)                     DCarrot (xx0232@1)juice constitutes murder, greenhouses prisons for slaves
       G (320003@1)        D (xx0232@1)      Em (022000@1)        C (x32010@1)          D (xx0232@1)     GIt's (320003@1)time to stop all this gardening, let's call a spade a spade.

I saw a man eating celery, so I beat him black and blue
If he ever touches a sprout again, I'll bite him clean in two
I'm a political prisoner, trapped in a windowless cage
'cause I stopped the slaughter of turnips, by killing five men in a rage
I told the judge when he sentenced me, this is my finest hour
I'd kill those farmers again, just to save one more cauliflower

(Chorus)

Am (x02210@1)                 EmHow (022000@1)low as people do we dare to stoop
Fm (133111@1)                   CMaking (x32010@1)young broccolis bleed in the soup
Am (x02210@1)                EmUntie (022000@1)your beans, uncage your tomatoes
    C (x32010@1)                       DLet (xx0232@1)potted plants free, don't mash that potato!

(Chorus)

--I welcome corrections if there are any to be made,--

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