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 dicked