Porcherie

The world is a real filth
Men behave like pigs
From battery farming
To thousands of tons of death
We are in the age of fanatics
Madness scientific oppression
We are in a state of jungle
And everywhere it's the law of the gun
Organized prostitution
Putrefaction vomit and nausea
The Third World is dying, the pigs gorge themselves
Tension rises, the GIs scratch
Massacred in slaughterhouses
Burned in laboratories
Crammed in dormitory cities
Prisoners behind your visiting room
And in Chile the suspects are cooked
In the government's ovens
In Europe rebels languish
In isolation bunkers
A man exploding into pieces
Dynamited by executioners
Monkeys driven to madness
Beethoven becomes ultra-violence
On one side the monetary system
On the other the military shadow
Everything ends in settling scores
With blows the blood floods
Cop-Army Filth
Apartheid Filth
DST Filth
And Le Pen Filth
Grunts grunts grunts
Squeak squeak squeak
Oink oink...