Another day, another fight
Within the turmoil, who's fucking right?
Repression kills, like phoney pills
I feel I am goin' slowly fucking down to die

Terrorized - I hate this attitude
Victimized - never to sling mud at me dude!

I slowly rot, my brain has boiled
I hate telling me what to do, fuck off!
I’m wasting my strength on a shitty job
Atmosphere reeks of rotten pork

No fucking way!
To work as a slave, be pushed
Into goddamn and evil rush
Stinking trash, no-one
With nothing to say!

Working overtime
Cause at home I die inside
So more occasions to be fucked up
The bloody sweat
On my goddamn brow
Trying my best to buy you a car