Painbastard Digging Our Own Graves
We lumber the forests, destroy the green lungs of our
world
And pollute the air and oceans until the last animal has
died
We import foreign workers for a rise in unemployment
And bleed our people with taxes until everybody is
working on the side
We’re digging our own graves and bite the hand that feeds
us
We’re cutting off our nose to spite our face
We’re wiping out our own flesh and blood
But at the end we’ve to pay our bill
We fight the terror with terror until the terror prevails
over us
We invent ever more effective weapons razing our world to
the ground
We preach tolerance but don’t receive it in return
But everything we’ve done in the past will redound upon
us real soon now
