Dominion - Latin Quarter

From Ramadan to Ramadan, thirty one tigers

Where shot through the heart by one hunter

And skinned with a razor blade

Stowed in the hull of an old fishing boat

To be sold as a trophy, a rug or a coat

And the hunter can’t ever think twice

Because his children depend on the rice

Reptile, feline, amphibian

They suffer man’s dominion

Raptor, equine, simian

They suffer man’s dominion

From Belem to back again, tropical forest

Is slashed and burned by the acre

Then razed by the power saw

'Til nothing that’s living is safe or remote

A lizard is slit from its tail to its throat

So the North demands from the South

Where you live direct from your hand to your mouth

But what he takes now he can never replace

Not even the Cheetah could ever keep pace

What he lives alongside is just merchandise

For those who don’t know the value

But are hot on the price

From Geelong to Genoa, snake is in fashion

With birds eggs and butterfly wings

Raise to the power ten

Then Lemurs and rhinos are just some foot-note

In a forgotten study somebody wrote

But their passing is no mystery

They’re being stolen

But their passing is no mystery

They’re being stolen