INWARD FURY

music: Kamil & MNICH
lyric:    Jůza Josef

The houses of mud are built upon
stacks of waste
and in the shadows of dustbins
has rabble its home
However, who´s interested whether
it should really be so
Political caviar is easy to get washed
of hands !

With money they wash their hands,
burnish their faded shields
Something could be changed but
who cares !!

Someone can't indulge to buy a dinner,
the others are overweight since youth
Minor whore did fuck a fat pig (sitting)
in the Cadillac
Where he could have been now if he
could study
But there's nobody able to pay for
the school - fee
So he is condemned to work for the
lowest salary
Taxes have forced us to march in filth
still accruing, we expect assessment
of our orgasms

And it's allegedly said "equality of rights"
There´s nothing like this even before God
Love, that aren't feelings anymore,
it's managed with intellect
because of favouritism an abominable
motherfucker has basked in front of
the trough
But he does nothing, so the sewers
(still) abound with people (too)

Our lives aren´t the most valuable thing
anymore
Those politicians are only interested
in salaries and fat diets of their own
It's not worth to gripe, foment a revolution
Nothing will be solved
and the inward fury repressed with c
heap alcohol