R. Hubert, R. Hubert
Sacrifice the innocent
Free the guilty - Where is the sense
Nothing certain, nothing left
You sleep heavy, dream of death
They kill for gods which they say talk to them
I've seen some pictures we should show to him
Just talking we all know the ones
Unable to find solutions
No honour, only in the past
Remember that your vote is cast, vote is cast
My weary eyes weap so full of pain
I've seen too much, been too much to complain
Promises broken and unfullfilled
Taxes rising, can't believe
Soon they'll tax the air we breathe
Pay for something, pay again