I don't know
Why you bother
The pigs went out the porches
And yelled!
Nothing comes and stays
Unless you push it to the end
And the tears you've been shedding
Has no meaning.
When you wake up after a few hours as another man

And the tears that you've been raining on me,
It's just a tint in my parade, yeah yeah
If you'd come around and join us
I and my soldiers will take a good care of you
We'll put you in a pot and cook you over and over...
'till you get, that you were born ready for this war.

You dust cleaner, (you poor winners)
You're not even a tint in my parade, yeah yeah

Roman empires rise and fall, it won't be long
Until we drill a hole.
And then your bosses (and your managers)
Start to scream
But there'll be no one who listens,
You are all designed to rise and fall, yeah.