P.L.K.

Today our children are thought about treason
They hate their teachers,don't have any reason
They fight each other,to rase the social order
With weapons in their hands, they could cross the border

American cult is spreading hand by hand
A dangerous virus,infesting our land
A thousand dollars the price of a head
For this kind of money, who wouldn't call death?

The jungle animals have heard about this
The politician's head has fallen to this.
Now every wonderer can live in peace
We've all escaped, the slavery's kiss