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