We're the loosers, We see you're disdain

We're the tools for our own coloured fate

No one really knows our place

Justice, give us your grace! Show your face!



But the war slaves of the lords drive us from land to land

to the garbage canyons, to the eternal damned

And we ride like puppets on our boneless dogs, helpless,

into the ghetto canyons



"Antisocial" that's their only slang

political correct on their stamps

Roast our bodies sharp! Bon appetite!

Swallow our souls to vomit it!



And the forces of the lords drive us from land to land

to the garbage canyons, to the eternal damned

Yes we ride, like puppets on our boneless dogs, helpless,

into the ghetto canyons



Life injurance saves your future plan,

saves your future in a wheel chair gang,

but you laugh about this warning. You wanna drift there where

you want

to the suicide angels, if your fate is turning wrong

Suicide angels, you want never fall down, down from the sky

That's illusion, you can never fall, cause you are living in the

devil's reich