| Sick of all the bullshit | |
| I wonder if we | |
| Got enough to start our own army | |
| Sick of all the spindle | |
| I wonder indeed | |
| If Satan's sitter sends are we | |
| One day should we learn to pardon | |
| Safe inside we'll be | |
| With no more lost from all this talking | |
| Of god damned misery | |
| I will never be your slave | |
| I can point my finger too | |
| I won't ever say your name | |
| From any other point of view | |
| Sick of being the puppet | |
| I'm held up by strings | |
| With one move to put me where they please | |
| Sick of all the shamble | |
| I wonder what would be | |
| If one day we all should come unleashed | |
| I will never be your slave | |
| I can point my finger too | |
| I won't ever say your name | |
| From any other point of view | |
| I will never be your slave | |
| I can pull the trigger too | |
| I won't ever say your name | |
| From any other point of view | |
| One day should we learn to pardon | |
| Safe inside we'd be | |
| With no more lost from all this talking | |
| Of god damned misery | |
| I will never be your slave | |
| I can point my finger too | |
| I won't ever say your name | |
| From any other point of view | |
| I will never be your slave | |
| I can pull the trigger too | |
| I won't ever say your name | |
| From any other point of view | |
| I won't ever be your slave |