Well I know I ain't a saint,
But your wings are kinda broken as well.
I can smell the smoke in your lungs,
from your present from Hell.

The TVs keep on say'n that we're,
Drown'n drown' drown'n in blood.
I'd ask you make a difference,
but I really don't know if you could.

I got sentenced to the fires with no parole,
But when I die they're gonna save my soul.

Rape all their women,
put the needle in.
Your addictions their affliction,
and their business is your sin.

Cremate the children,
Light another up.
Your money's buying bullets,
in Columbia.

Well you take all they got then it's,
gimme gimme gimme some more.
You keep on trying to deny the simple fact,
you know your soul is a whore.

You're blinded the light but you've,
never even seen the sun.
you're pray'n that it's over,
but baby it's only begun.

Rape all their women,
put the needle in.
Your addictions their affliction,
and their business is your sin.

Cremate the children,
Light another up.
Your money's buying bullets,
in Columbia.