Somebody grabs me and clenches his fingers
On my throat until I lose my breath.
I kill him after a deadly fight,
I wake up and...
I already know where I am.
Chorus:
A factory of monkeys,
A factory of dogs,
A reserve of wild creatures
So fierce
That even God,
Even God will not help them.
Millions of fangs,
Paws armed with claws,
Ready to fight for anything.
All around there’s a state of a total war.
Killing is the only sport.
Chorus:
A factory of monkeys,
A factory of dogs,
A reserve of wild creatures
So fierce
That even God,
Even God will not help them.
Wherever I look, there’s a jungle around. /x2
A jungle! /x2
I open the door and...
There’s a day like every day.
A loud rumble of over a hundred guns.
Something still goes on in the Middle East.
On the doorstep there’s my normal world again.
Ref. /x2
A factory of monkeys,
A factory of dogs,
A reserve of wild creatures
So fierce
That even God,
Even God will not help them.