Grow in numbers, I can hardly understand it What a shame, stinking bodies laying close to us Depots dirt is all they have got in their life Stinking numbers, may somebody cure them, it's high time Cure them, it's high time Cure them, it's high time Cure them, it's high time We've never been told about the poverty Which came from those who lost their homes
Vegetation Sickened nation
Let's do something, let's catch 'em It's time to wash 'em, teach 'em to live
Just be strong, don't fall into schizophrenia Don't let them rot, they are human although they are mad Now it's time to stop the degredation You must try to give your hand to those who need your help Who need your help Who need your help Who need your help Lack of feelings has made us insensitive Let us change itm see it by yourself
