Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Millie Manders and the Shutup
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
George Diaper
Songwriter
Amelia Manders
Songwriter
Alessandro Vitiello
Songwriter
Daniel Henderson
Songwriter
Lyrics
The right to life isn't just ours to own
The King of the Jungle reduced to handbags and coats
We sacrifice everything that we know
In the blink of an eye we're destroying our home
How about we go and stick your head on a spike?
And stick it in a bear den where they get to invite
All their friends around and then they're gonna sit and they'll gloat
'Bout how they hunted you for days and then mowed you down?
How about we peel your skin and stretch it all out
Stick it out in scrublands where there's tigers about
They'll chill out in the sun and they'll lie down on your ahhhhhh
Feel the extra warmth it brings at night in the grass
The right to life isn't just ours to own
The King of the Jungle reduced to handbags and coats
We sacrifice everything that we know
In the blink of an eye we're destroying our home
Now what if we were all locked up in some little cage?
Made to eat, sleep and ruck under the animals' gaze
Reduced our concrete habitat by 80%
And for entertainment we'd be made to fight to the death
What if we were chained and trained to dance in the streets
Had spears shot in our backs and made to run while we're weak
And if our teeth were thought to be some miracle cure
How long would we allow our number to be picked off?
The right to life isn't just ours to own
The King of the Jungle reduced to handbags and coats
We sacrifice everything that we know
In the blink of an eye we're destroying our home
Right To Life
Right To Life
Right To Life
Right To Life
The right to life isn't just ours to own
The King of the Jungle reduced to handbags and coats
We sacrifice everything that we know
In the blink of an eye we're destroying our home
Written by: Alessandro Vitiello, Amelia Manders, Daniel Henderson, George Diaper