Suffering and pain are felt by everyone
From unrequited love, my life is bad
Into disfigured children, they grow up now
While they walk the streets, the stench spreads.
With a needle in their hand, vein
They are the children of frigid women.
Fathers insolent, faces without laughter
They fall into despair, in a city full of sin
Brains empty, they break
Every day they kill
They steal, they bring fear into the government
A deranged celibate recruits a bride.
A rotten house is their shack
They live life only from dusk
A cemetery full of their cancers
Anarchy lives, anarchy now.

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