«Oh, god, I'm so fed up with these conceited talks
About right and unright,
With their so called important topics,
While they cannot even
Look over the rim of their coffee cups…»
All they hear is their flesh
Talkin' 'bout the daily cash
If I could, believe me, I'd wipe them out,
If I do, with a smile
I would free the world meanwhile
But, the hell, I can't kill them all
They are ruled by greed (talking against walls)
Property's their god (fight the dumbness)
Lazy bums without mind
For the real world they are blind,
They got heads just to crash in their teeth,
Listen here, there's no place
For this garbage of our race
And what's more, for shame, they rule our land
Simple minded creeps (if they would know)
Banal in their deeds (I can't get through)
Hate, hate, hate (so you want it)
Hate, hate, hate (so you want it)
Hate, hate, hate (so you want it)
Hate, hate, hate
Lazy bums without mind
For the real world they are blind
But, the hell, I can't kill them all
Listen here, there's no place
For this garbage of our race
And what's more, for shame, they rule our land
Simple minded creeps (talking against walls)
They are ruled by greed (I can't get through)
Hate, hate, hate (so you want it)
Hate, hate, hate (so you want it)
Hate, hate, hate (so you want it)
Hate, hate, hate (I feel pleased to this)