[Mekong Delta, J. Jenkins]



"Oh, god, I'm so fed up with this conceited talks about right and unright,

with their so called important topics while they cannot even look over the rim of their coffee cups..."

All they hear is their flesh

talkin' 'bout the daily cash

If I could, b'lieve me, I'd wipe them out

If I do, with a smile



I would free the world meanwhile

but, the hell, I can't kill them all

They are ruled by greed (talking against walls)

Property's their god (fight the dumbness)

Lazy bumps without mind

for the real world they are blind

They got heads just to crash in their teeth

Listen here, there's no place

for this garbage of our race (mankind)