First i am homeless Than a foreigner I've no hideaway Can't foresee my blame I've no motherland Countries poor and sad Poor and sad, poor and sad They're dead Bats are flying away Into underworld's bay Laying toxic eggs Breaking their own necks In my neighborhood The birds are getting screwed Burning up their nests All due to distress Flock of birds tweet songs Mortal hymns of war I've to fly my flag Prepared for air attack Explosive eggs fall down To the holy ground Desperation halls Desolation haunts 'em all Bats fall down in a hole of madness Bats fall down to the ground Foreign flags around Come to me strange bird Bring submissive kids And be proud to be a bat