People shoutin' !@$@
Well it's time to draw a truce
Exxon's dumpin' oil

Probably goin' for that deuce
A baby boy of eighteen
Gets his license to kill

Mother in the ghetto
Sells pills to pay her bills


Here comes the punchline
It's a killin' joke
Welcome to you future

I leave you with no hope

Ah ah ah

Ah ah ah
Ah ah ah
It's a killin' joke


!@&!s bent on genocide
Well happy happy day

Kids killin' cops make
The weak begin to prey
Demon voice of evil

In the church and here to stay
And God
I really have no faith


(Chorus)