Struggle, struggle, fighting begins at birth 
My childhood in streets full of hate and dirt 
Divided by superior feelings of race, country and blood 
Driven by wars, murders, crimes in the name of a self-made God 

On my screen the world is burning 
I wonder that the earth's still turning 
But I'm not mad... I'm fucking angry 

Living just for ourselves and our expensive new brought car 
But if mother earth runs out of petrol you won't drive far 
Another hypocrite politician on my T.V. screen 
Telling me to vote for him, fuck off, I vote Mr. Bean 

Cowardly like a thief in a deep, cold, dark night 
With a murderous instinct from the deepest inside 
Rotten to the deepest core by materialistic possessions 
Leaded by insensible warpigs torturing till the confessions