People shoutin' nigger

Well it's time to draw a truce

Exxon's dumpin' oil

Probably goin' for that deuce

A baby boy of eighteen

Gets his license to kill

Mother in the ghetto

Sells pills to pay her bills

Here comes the punchline

It's a killin' joke

Welcome to you future

I leave you with no hope

Ah ah ah

Ah ah ah

Ah ah ah

It's a killin' joke

Bastards bent on genocide

Well happy happy day

Kids killin' cops make

The weak begin to prey

Demon voice of evil

In the church and here to stay

And God

I really have no faith

(Chorus)