Testo: Broken Bones. City Fodder.

I don't want this fucking crap
Feeding me this or telling me that
I don't wanna work in a scabby factory
Just more fodder for the sick society
I just wanna have some fun
Don't wanna shoot no fucking gun
Just wanna have some fun
Take it all in and make your brain go numb
I won't go to Argentina
And be a victim of the media
I don't wanna fight in their stupid war
Or be a victim of their cause
They've signed their papers
And picked their fight
Let them do what's 'only right'
Kill and cripple, maim and suffer
But not to me or any other