Being Shoot out from the Teeth

— The revolution’s like a spark from a flaming torch;
Scum in stealth take all their wealth and quickly go abroad.
Many rebels lose their blood in this gory purge;
Hey, kid, what’s your business here? So you can draw your lot;
Now you go, now you go, now you, now you, now you go...
Like a melon seed being shoot out from the teeth;
Filling the strong box of the rich with your bones;
Being a new promotion for an army big cheese;
Rotting quietly in a ditch with no stone.
Or it could be like:
Like a melon seed being shoot out from the teeth;
Being a number in the execution list;
Being a stupid fool in your grandsons’ memory;
Being a gravestone breathing in the timeless mist.
And then all the people you’ve fought for will piss on your grave happily, as they’ll be stunned by TV.
— The generation of the dads doesn’t want to die;
They eat up their own old men and suffocate their sons;
They abuse their little girls and break the family tie,
Dreaming to destroy the life and my little ones!
Now I go, now I go, now I, now I, now I go...
Like a melon seed being shoot out from the teeth;
Filling the strong box of the rich with my bones;
Being a new promotion for an army big cheese;
Rotting quietly in a ditch with no stone.
Or it could be like:
Like a melon seed being shoot out from the teeth;
Being a number in the execution list;
Being a stupid fool in my grandsons’ memory;
Being a gravestone breathing in the timeless mist.
Like a melon seed being shoot out from the teeth;
Filling the strong box of the rich with my bones;
Being a stupid fool in my grandsons’ memory;
Being a gravestone breathing in the timeless mist.
Or it could be like…