I'm the father of a bastard child and I'm not talking about my daughter   I feel that my head's on the chopping block, like a lamb being led   Being led to slaughter      I close my eyes but sleep won't come and now I've got the devil to pay   I'm so sick and tired of this masquerade   How many loaves?? do you think I can bleed?      Do you feel? Do you feel it at all?   Cos together we stand but divided we fall      I lower my guns to play Russian roulette    But I'm too damn scared to pull the trigger   Cos a bullet in the head would leave me dead   And it's better to live as a rock and roll nigger      Do you feel? Do you feel it at all?   Cos together we stand but divided we fall      The monkey fights a mother(?) like a man fights himself   And it's always a fight without a winner   Those endless lines on the way to hell   Cos heaven never welcomes a sinner      Do you feel? Do you feel it at all?   Cos together we stand but divided we fall   Do you feel? Do you feel it at all?   Cos together we stand but divided we fall