You're not Bridget Bardot, I'm not Jack Palance. I'm not Shirley Temple by any circumstance, Or Fred Astaire You're not Sidney Taffler, I'm not Dirk
Noel Coward was a charmer As a writer he was Brahma Velvet, jackets and pajamas Had a gay divorce and other dramas There ain't half been some clever
In the deserts of Sudan And the gardens of Japan From Milan to Yucatan Every woman, every man Hit me with your rhythm stick Hit me, hit me Je t'adore
I could be the driver in an articulated lorry I could be a poet, I wouldn't need to worry I could be the teacher in a classroom full of scholars I could
Use Disney masks to hide the grins Of unseen rulers than never wince, No need to care for disposable staff, Human rights once more deep in the ass. Exploitation
Strange shapes of misery Haunt every street, This world has no meaning. All that is gained is put in the circle Of endless violence. Typhus and Plague
Going East, Every year, For flesh so sweet, (for) Flesh so young. U.N.O members. Lawyers. All of them life destroyers. Men of filth so deep. States collaborate
(From eastern Europe to far east Asia, sexual slavery is maintained because of men's complicity, greed, and self empowerment. This is not trade, this
From subconscious, shapeless control has come to parasite man's mind. Have a look in your head about one situation, two voices : your own and the parasite
(30 years from now) "Economists have replaced politics. Corruption, the law of my world. Nothing but being silent, A slave to gain a pittance. (I am)
I've been a shine of hope, 'till the bombs fell. I've been a smile on a children's face, 'till the rapes began. I've been a nation's drea, 'till multinationals
Social fracture, hidden behind graphics, Witnesses of their lies. Happiness is a given privilege for those who live On poor's slavery and exploitation
"Get them out and close the borders" This is what you say, "To hell with strangers", I just wish one of them strangers Will stand up when you look down
Human being, just born with his own fears And desire, trapped into destiny. For now, positive acts directed by desire, Negative ones by fear. All is written
I am a loser, or so I am told, Looked down on by all, alone in the crowd. Slapped in the face everyday, despised, just ignored, no one cares. Thrown in
They're always teaching God's the only way A solution to explain the world Shoolar teaching is the new battlefield Spreading their lies through education
Business intelligence fuck the rest of the world, God Dollar needs some preachers, Business intelligence is their doctrine, Millions working exploited
Dressing = killing. Two words combined, They can make sense. For the diamonds 'Round your neck Are a noose for Africa. They'll never see Jewels they are