People shoutin' n******g Well it's time to draw a truce Exxon's dumpin' oil Probably goin' for that deuce A baby boy of eighteen Gets his license to k** Mother in the ghetto Sells pills to pay her bills Here comes the punchline It's a k**in' joke Welcome to you future I leave you with no hope Ah ah ah Ah ah ah Ah ah ah It's a k**in' joke ba*tards bent on genocide Well happy happy day Kids k**in' cops make The weak begin to prey Demon voice of evil In the church and here to stay And god I really have no faith (chorus)