Foll moon on the rise
and everyone has a feeling
deep down inside there is genocide
presented as a masterplan

Mother, offer your daughter
and Father, give your son
lovers rip each others lips and oil up the guns
the beast is loose among the swans
feathers fill the air
Papers write: "apocalypse"
how to feel and what to wear -

Blame is put first on left, then right
conservatives and queers
Goddamn pornovangelist
drove sweet grandma to tears

As generals replace presidents
we feast on our despair
blood drowns Los Angeles,
Moscow and Marseilles