Slave

歌詞

Slaves! Oh you motherfucking slaves! Oh you Brothers, celebrate! Real Politik is feeling very sick With the Golden Queens of old karaoke Visions of peace in the Middle East, in the breast of religion Shoot the Bride, and shoot the Groom! I slept with all the women in that room In order to please I went down on my knees, take the best of me Here comes another in your hangover culture Oh mercy Novena! I beseech you In the bastard state of flesh and blood Bishop Boy tell, would you steal or starve? Sermon drunk and fever pitched The hand of hate, and the hand of love!