To solve the contradictions, our dear founding fathers
laid before our beloved
We need to form the correct frequency
of Codeine Fire Waves
They kill the resisting black-fellas,
shooting their tongues off in
a wild maelstrom of bullets and muffled screams.
Mother superior is here to claim you for your own good
dear little children, no need to chase the fence!
Form the little bastards up from birth
with early routines and gunpoint rituals
Bellow the streets go to
the high-rise pollution towers onto Montgomery street
Leave the elders to understand
the ways of land once theirs,
in a dead city of horror folk
Oh to be moral and mortal!
We still have you by the hair
Oh to be young and Immoral!