(Anderson/Wells)

My city is full of people

That I don't understand

They got no love for the life

In this my motherland



They practice strange religions

Whose roots are buried in the east

Their givin' nothing of their souls

While on our fat they feast



The parasites...they cannot hide

I'll have vengeance...swift, deadly, unforgiving, unrelentant



My city is torn by union strikes

They're part of an evil plan

Their leaders livin' life of ease

There's no love for workin' man



They took away his given right

To work, to build a home

Those governmental criminals

Pretenders on the throne



They cannot hide, they cannot hide from my eyes

I will seek them out, I will seek them out

I will hang them untried

Their blood will run in the streets

They will find no place to hide

I can see...revenge