The class of the botchers doesn't vote, doesn't vote
There is no salvation in the class of workers
Because the class of botchers never votes
Empty stomach makes a poorly waves
Pockets are empty
Prophets are fake again
Bilboards are smiling
They will solve our problems
Even sun is not shining
Depresion breaks one after the other
It's race of voting
We are all feel nausea
ref.
Peace in the world it's all I want
"Peace in the world", that is my message
Heart are cold, soul are straight
(straight like board)
Hug your friend now
Conutry banana
Galantine with a years
Stick and carrot
Our justice is blind
We are living in a hole
We are not so stupid anymore
We will not vote
Dog f***s all of you