A sleepy town in the lower east
A dirty truck drives down the street
The guys in there just wanna have fun
Drink their beer and load their gun
They stop by a lonely house
Break in, don't make a sound
And then they k**
In cold emotion
A bigger town in a southern state
A boy arrives at the market-place
Hides in the attic with a firearm
He's there on purpose, no-one's alarmed
He peeks through the window
Just like on the night shows
And then they k**
In cold emotion
He's got the sk**
But no emotion
Some years ago in our area
Clockwork orange was on at cinema
Some boys inspired by this man
Who k**ed and raped without a plan
He acted cool, he was so wild
They wanted to be just like this guy
And then they k**
In cold emotion
They want the sk**
Of cold emotion
One symptom of our societies
Ma** media replace reality
Movies, TV, magazines
They create our horror dreams
Violence is glorified
Rambos are idolized
Just as a k**
In cold emotion
Just as the thrill
Of cold emotion