Politicians (Screams From The Gutter)

Now you are screaming in pain
They are striking you on your face
Their bombs, money and power
They are stepping over you

The dreams of the crowd
Are used to make them strong
Elections, discussions, and conferences
Are the reasons for the street violence

You could be just a number
You could be just a vote
But you are also the reason of their desperation

Politicians, you are shit
Politicians, you are crap
Politicians, you sons of bitches
Outlaws, are you still stealing?

You have to die, yes alright
You will die, yes, die
You have to die, yes alright
You will die, yes, die
You have to die, yes alright
You will die, yes, die
You have to die, yes alright
You will die, yes, die

You have to die, yes alright
You will die, yes, die
You have to die, yes alright
You will die, yes, die
You have to die, yes alright
You will die, yes, die
You have to die, yes alright
You will die, yes, die