War Keep printing bills, in greed we trust Left the deceit to our sons Rotten and crooked we follow undivided March Once again into a living hell Since the begining we know it well Leaving a path of sorrow And denial And all that I care The booze is still in my hands Lets give birth to a ritual The booze will belong to us all And all that I care The booze is still in my hands Lets give birth to a ritual The booze will belong to us all And Someone will laugh while you mourn No one will care if you return The will to be guilty, the need of testifying Done Dissidents of the chosen ones A brand new breed of human drones With holes in our souls and reading Bedtime stories And all that I care The booze is still in my hands Lets give birth to a ritual The booze will belong to us all And all that I care The booze is still in my hands Lets give birth to a ritual And the booze will belong to us all And all that I care The booze is still in my hands Lets give birth to a ritual And the booze will belong to us all And all that I care The booze is still in my hands Lets give birth to a ritual And the booze will belong to us all