I'm the father of a bastard child and I'm not talking about my daughter

I feel that my head's on the chopping block, like a lamb being led

Being led to slaughter



I close my eyes but sleep won't come and now I've got the devil to pay

I'm so sick and tired of this masquerade

How many loaves?? do you think I can bleed?



Do you feel?  Do you feel it at all?

Cos together we stand but divided we fall



I lower my guns to play Russian roulette 

But I'm too damn scared to pull the trigger

Cos a bullet in the head would leave me dead

And it's better to live as a rock and roll nigger



Do you feel?  Do you feel it at all?

Cos together we stand but divided we fall



The monkey fights a mother(?) like a man fights himself

And it's always a fight without a winner

Those endless lines on the way to hell

Cos heaven never welcomes a sinner



Do you feel?  Do you feel it at all?

Cos together we stand but divided we fall

Do you feel?  Do you feel it at all?

Cos together we stand but divided we fall