Holy Heck

Holy heck well, I’ll be damned
You got your soul out of a can
Cuze you one lost brother
With your handbook
Caught dropping bombs on the other
Well aint that all?
You look at me and you shake your head
Say «where will you be when you’re dead?»
You musta sold your mother to a third world
Lead to a sweat shop owner with a
Whip in his hand!
Not trying to change your world
You’ve been had right from the start
The whole world is changing right before our eyes
While I really say «will we live or die?»