Now you are screaming in pain They are striking you on your face Their bombs, money and power They are stepping over you The dreams of the crowd Are used to make them strong Elections, discussions, and conferences Are the reasons for the street violence
You could be just a number You could be just a vote But you are also the reason of their desperation Politicians, you are shit Politicians, you are crap Politicians, you sons of bitches Outlaws, are you still stealing?
You have to die, yes alright You will die, yes, die