You told me To be always good and gentle To the people who fools me Without asking how and why You ask me To just accept the reality To starve, to suffer, to hide Without asking how and why I'm always down here I'm always robbed of my rights I'm always down here I'm always robbed of my rights to fight ♪ I'm always down here I'm always robbed of my rights I'm always down here I'm always robbed of my rights to fight You're killing me But still you want me to be happy Oh, dear Sam, stop fooling me Pack your things and say goodbye Pack your things and say goodbye Pack your things and hope you die I just want you to die, die, die And die, Sam Die, die, die And die, Sam Die