So this is where the future lies

In a beer gut belly

In a open fly

Brilcremed, acrylic, mindless boys

Punching, kicking, making noise

From the cradle to the city streets

They spill out their aggression

By punching what they don't understand

And stopping all forms of expression

Teaching eachotherto be men

By spewing in the street

Well now I know just what to do

To make my man complete !

Against the power of their misguidance

We must learn to fight

To be just what we want to be

Morning, noon and night

Night is for the hunters

And the hunted are you and me

Hunted for just having

Some from of identity

Night is for the hunters

And the hunted are you and me

Hunted for just having

Some individuality