God easily chooses who dies I can not choose what I need If you´re not that smart In what do you have to believe? Show you´re angry! It means what it means to me Sex, freedom and alcohol Run after it now but you´re afraid, 'Cos Mama hates Church condens And you´re listening to them Now you give up Cos the policy bits up And you are so hurt Soon you´ll see That you and me Are living to die We are living to die Your mum is not a saint What would you say about that? I kown it´s out of our reach Just talk about our amusement But show me you´re angry? It means what it means to me Sex, freedom and alchool Run after it now but you´re afraid Cos mama hates Church condens And you´re listening to them Now you give up Cos the policy bits up And you are so hurt Soon you´ll see That you and me Are living to die We are living to die