You, who thinks you can buy hapiness
that money brings freedom
you who thinks that looking the other way
will make society better
You, who thinks that for your own safety
repression really is necessary
you, who spend your life close minded
maybe you'll die bitter
'cause if you're thinking a bit that way
I'm telling you, you're way off-track
I wouldn't like walking
in your shoes...
You, who thinks exploiting nature
is a good thing for your profit
even when future generations
will harvest the fruits of your madness
You, who doesn't give a damn about human condition
who despises people in misery
you, who say they aren't worth it
I really wish you die bitter
'cause if you're thinking a bit that way
I'm telling you, you're way off-track
I wouldn't like walking
in your shoes...
You, who made it to history
with hatred, conflicts and wars
you, who thinks that power
is to make the world a graveyard
You, who thinks your own salvation
and your short passing on earth
are worth more than all vertues
I really wish you die bitter
'cause if you're thinking a bit that way
I'm telling you, you're way off-track
I wouldn't like walking
in your shoes...
I wouldn't like walking
in your shoes...