In the rhythm of this song
We drink we fuck and we fight we bring it on
Prayer is samba and surdu
Her lips are red, they know what to do
Prophet waves his flag, he's so devout
There's a waterfall of sewage from his mouth
The children of the dying earth
Our possessions and our money have no worth
All the gods are driving us in ways we do not understand
Promise of a drug delivery
We vowed to end our mothers misery
A wind that fills the world with bitches' breath
Is call the energy of death