I’m not throwing in the towel
But I think that it would do me the most good
To smash my fist in their ugly faces
What can I do against these dogs
Who tell us what is good
In order to sell it to us just afterwards
I’m not throwing in the towel
But I think that it would do me the most good
To smash my fist in their ugly faces
As a child I knew that death did not exist
These days I'm acting my age again
The disillusion piles up at the foot of door
But I’m not throwing in the towel, the anger, the anger
I’m not throwing in the towel
But I think that it would do me the most good
To smash my fist in their ugly faces
They’ve stuck a rusty dagger
In my heart all the way to the hilt
And from the corner of my ring
I only think of revenge
I’m not throwing in the towel
But I think that it would do me the most good
To smash my fist in their ugly faces