Present Times

You can steal what You want to
And believe, yes, believe that is yours
With no reason, mental prison
You’re pushing, you’re digging, you’re killing to get more
And it’s just hard to believe
How it would work
How it would be without
Fear
You can trick who you want to
You can build entire nations of ghosts
With no reason modern living
Is pushing, is digging, is killing to break through
We are politically correct rock and roll band
We don’t really like you to honor us with your dance
If you are drunk or even vomit at our shows
Oh what a shame — you’ve messed up your brand new rebel clothes
Oh what a pity — this band’s so shitty it doesn’t fit to our modern world
There’s no more «rebel» it’s already obsolete word
Oh how we’re all lucky
How we’re all lucky to live
In present times with all its fines
And it’s just hard to believe
How it would work
How it would be without
Fear
Oh how we’re all lucky to live
How we’re all lucky to live
In present times with all its fines
They told me shine
So I shone for them
Told me jump
So I jumped on them
Told me cry
So I cried for them
I cried like the Christ
Satan Cries
Satan Cries, Satan Christ