You live through your life Always wallowing in vice Money, drugs, prostitutes Running your filthy institute Addicted youth praising your name Money seal's the dying flame The poisoning of tomorrow's blood You spoke... and they heard god
If you come, I will take you If you don't, I won't wait for you Wallow in vice Suffering is your price You and your filthy pride
Rejected by father This refugee that you saved Became your best-selling prostitute She will never get paid An old white-bellied bastard Is searching for a service in flesh You bring the meat for him to see As inhumane as a trade can beTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
