作曲 : Schimmel, Smolens
One nation 
Run by wolves 
Ruled by pigs 
Occupied by sheep 
Branding them in broad daylight 
That's okay, 'cause 
I'm alright 
Wait, oh no 
The troughs run low 
The pen you go 
Cauterized, enslaved 
The wolves feast 
On the weak 
Hearded by the hunter 
You'll follow the tail in front 
Who's ass smells like your own 
Where is sheepman 
Gods, be pleased 
I slit, my guts 
Red, as roses 
Food, for maggots 
Love wealth, love hate 
Love wealth, love pain 
Love wealth, love guns 
Love wealth, love drugs 
Love wealth, (?) 
Love wealth, love death 
Be pleased 
The sickled tongue, misleads 
You to a right god 
To bless Our nation of sheep 
Darwin, grow me the horns 
And I will, charge my way out of here 
Branding them 
In pale moonlight 
That's okay, we're bred to die on a greener 
Grassier, front line