A dry man, poses as joyfull
Returns home, his mirror looks awful,
Be happy,
You are living in a wellfare state

We control you, you are to report us,
In surveys of your lust,
If we cant provide it,
Than it does not exist

The vintage of this year is a little scary,
But don't worry we have no skeletons to bury,
A fair share,
A fair share for you and me

But if you want to purchase
A weapon, well in that case,
We cant allow this, go back to your row,
Metal jackets are allowed only in fashion shows,

Trademark, the homeground you live in,
Thiefs can sue you and surely win,
If you were abused,
Than its legitimate to crime,

And they had been abused, years ago
You see, a brick once, fell on theyre tip-toe,
And you will go to prison, for saying a dirty word

lovable facts by the weak minority
becomes racism acts by the vast majority