Indian Handcrafts Centauri Teenage Riot
I was forced to attend an all boy's school
Sent there not to offend my mother
Slave to tobacco field by day
Beaten like a man by night
Fire! Zoltan!
I walk the streets to defend my honour
Where I met the force of laws I'd never known
They took me to a medical lab
Where they stuck me with all kinds of needles
Fire! Zoltan! Psychotropic thunder! Zoltan! Screaming like a banshee!
Look out son you've misbehaved
Entire armies you've enslaved
Kill them all a thousand ways
Leading them to atomic graves
Fire!