People shoutin nigger
Well its time to draw a truce
Exxons dumpin oil
Probably goin for that deuce
A baby boy of eighteen
Gets his license to kill
Mother in the ghetto
Sells pills to pay her bills

Here comes the punchline
Its a killin joke
Welcome to you future
I leave you with no hope

Ah ah ah
Ah ah ah
Ah ah ah
Its a killin joke

Bastards bent on genocide
Well happy happy day
Kids killin cops make
The weak begin to prey
Demon voice of evil
In the church and here to stay
And god
I really have no faith

(chorus)