De Heideroosjes
Not Mad (fucking Angry!)
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
From Letras Mania