Then came the day that all would stop and Realized my world was ruled by slobs, well Not even sure the name of god was spelt like that My friend, I dont believe in love, no My love, I dont believe in friends, say I just believe in this gun Im holding in my hand So I scream out loud, I scream Hey! Do you think we are ready? Yeah! Do you think we are here to stay? To claim our place in this wicked world... Hey! Do you think that we are afraid? No! Do you think weve got what it takes? To claim our place in this wicked world... We are the spoiled sons and daughters Of a world that no longer bothers Cradled in the 80s dreams of omnipotence Our souls are trapped and reflected By buildings of steel and glass, so We are so pissed off it could be a form of art
think, believe, wicked, claim, hey