Mekong Delta, J. Jenkins
"Oh, god, I'm so fed up with this 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, b'lieve 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 bumps 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 (mankind)
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)
Hatred, hatred, hatred (so if you want it)
Hatred, hatred, hatred (so if you want it)
Hatred, hatred, hatred (so if you want it)
Hatred, hatred, hatred
Lazy bumps without mind