Knowing He's about to die Wishing He could see the sky His German car is smashed up His wretched life is almost up The sick joy that he once felt The weight of his money belt Driving fast and recklessly The way it was supposed to be God is sometimes very swift to make things like that transpire The rich and mighty don't think that their luck might expire Those who think the laws of nature don't apply to them The sound of breaking metal and bones will be their requiem So up, slaves in all nations The blood of the innocent calls Greedy, evil corporations Sweet Jesus will smite them all Efforts Turned into naught There is little Conscious thought His tanned limbs Are going numb Speeding Was very dumb Raised to be condescending Never himself, just pretending Thought he was from a higher class A parasite on the working mass People sometimes get relieved when things like that transpire Another bastard has died and gone to swim the lake of fire Focus on the exchange list and you'll end up dismayed Should've spent life doing good, instead of the American way