You've seen the men bashed up by crowd Wild pain, blood puddles on the ground No matter who the bastards were Just try to answer what it’s for
You’re sick of bloodshed on the streets Of scum with shit inside their fuckin’ heads Caucasian mafia, nazis or police If they like violence – they should get
Let’s make our shitty existence Just a little bit better Just a little bit clearer Killing the scum
You’ve seen the soldier mother’s eyes Non-battle casualties, you know You’ve seen the people at the edge And those, who do not care at all
…Government and bureaucrates …Criminals, corrupted cops …Indifference and ignorance …I wonder if it ever stops
I know that yesterdays victims Are tomorrow’s oppressors I know that violence breeds violence It is in our nature Fuck, let’s make our cruel existence Just a little bit better Just a little bit clearer Killing the scum