Tekstovi: Lower Class Brats. The Plot Sickens. Molotov.

Here I sit
With a molotov in my hand
Don't you think
It's time to make a stand?

[Chorus:]
What's your price to be free
Can't you open your eyes and fucking see
Why do you sit there and cry
How long are you gonna
Live this fucking lie

It's not too late
To stop this oppressive state
You've signed and sealed
Your own fucking fate
They've torn you apart
With their metal claws
They've pissed in your wounds
And bound you by the laws