Tekster:
Subhumans From The Cradle To The Grave

your mind will rule your heart You'll conform to every social law and be the system's slave From birth to school to work to death, from the cradle to the grave

So I get up in the morning like most people do I look in the mirror and I think of you So I smash it to pieces and go downstairs I walk down the road

Faked deprivation "Well I got no money" [Chorus:] Are you depressive? or depressing? Obsessive? Or obsessed? Someone or no one? Are you alive or dead? Do you take your ideas From

paranoia, fear, and greed Accepting standards Believing what we hear and read And when we think we've sussed out a new reality But is this freedom just another hand from

You paint your leather jacket but it comes off in the rain And the more you cut your hair the more it grows again The badges you pin on yourself fall