The Flowers Hate Us Leonard Cohen

the flowers hate us
the animals pray for our death
as soon as i found out
i murdered my dog

now i knew what they were up to
the daisy the iris the rose
why there was no peace among men
why nothing worked

there is no going back
throw out your friend's bouquet
kill the animals all of them
but don't eat their meat

now that i know what they're thinking
their sex organs in the air
their stinking fur
and their tug at the heart

what they would do to us if they won

how great it will be without them
just getting on with our short lives
which are longer than theirs
and until now, sadder