Knowing
He's about to die
Wishing
He could see the sky
His German car is smashed up
His wretched life is almost up
The sick joy that he once felt
The weight of his money belt
Driving fast and recklessly
The way it was supposed to be
God is sometimes very swift to make things like that transpire
The rich and mighty don't think that their luck might expire
Those who think the laws of nature don't apply to them
The sound of breaking metal and bones will be their requiem
So up, slaves in all nations
The blood of the innocent calls
Greedy, evil corporations
Sweet Jesus will smite them all
Efforts
Turned into naught
There is little
Conscious thought
His tanned limbs
Are going numb
Speeding
Was very dumb
Raised to be condescending
Never himself, just pretending
Thought he was from a higher cla**
A parasite on the working ma**
People sometimes get relieved when things like that transpire
Another ba*tard has died and gone to swim the lake of fire
Focus on the exchange list and you'll end up dismayed
Should've spent life doing good, instead of the American way