Tekstovi: Fears Of John B.. Echo. Perfect World.

Listen to me you fat fucker
Smoking sigars and sitting up in smoke
Wearing Hugo Boss jacket
And riding on expencive car

Did you think about what you doing
When you earn your bloody money
Pouring out toxic wastes
Building hundreds of chemical factories
No, I don't think so, you are too rich to may things go right way

Every beat of your heart
Every blink of an eye
Every step that you take
Destroys our perfect world

Infected oceans, polluted air
Dead bodies on a shoreline
Global warming , hothouse effect
Is a result of your work

Stop it now!Planet had enough!

We will feel the wrath of nature
Soon we will feel the aftermath
Humanity reaching the boiling point
This is the end


(Thanks to rambutanic for these lyrics)