Besedila: Leftover Crack. Deadline. And Out Comes The N-bomb!.

From the bullies have no heart
the only thing it tears apart
to live inside a battle zone
a simple man can't find a home
home is where the hate begins
it doesn't count unless it wins
corporate pigs keep getting fat
and number one is where it's at

to sit on roof on number two
stare into your tv set
the cogs of industry grind on
something something something bet
the cop collar make up tha blue
soon as they set their sites on you
without the fear in which we drown
injustice might not keep us down

Do the neighbors keep you up at night?
Then talk to 'em; don't start a fight
don't be so quick to call police
for it's just a fascist cop you bring

why can't we try to make the best
the rest can go and die
we don't want lies that educate the hate
the rest can choke on fate and apple pie

so with the choice you make
your something life becomes the fate
the plastic something something facade

something and zero vision
war and lies on television
we've become a mindless ghost
frigid pathetic something ghost

Now there's unjust laws and code
when freedom rots the soul erodes
with microscopic brain incisions
Hooking you to your television

brand new car, a brand new wife
a brand new home and a brand new life
to wash and clean this violent day
a bill clean your thoughts away

some something able place
red and white it wins the race
and all those that don't fit the mold
can starve and die out in the cold

something and zero vision
war and lies on television
we've become a mindless ghost
frigid pathetic something ghost