Here we are in confusion   Could be it's all an illusion   Who knows the times to come   The years to face, the race to run      We believe in the graven image   We believe in the fight to the finish   We desire the almighty dollar   The pound of flesh, the golden collar   Lick the hand, we give our land to dogs      Here we are in the years   The blood, the sweat, the tears   Have made us bondage slaves   In a world that we never made      The politicians lick your bones   The tacticians, hearts of stone   They turn us against our brothers   Make us fight and kill each other   Locked in lust we put our trust in dogs      Now here we are again   The dead still look the same   Who cares they're soon forgotten   Nobody gonna miss a corpse that's rotten      Your fathers, daughters, mothers and sons   Have been taken by the chosen ones   But don't forget you made the choice   You made your mark, you raised your voice   They're all the same, you're all to blame   They're all the same, you're all to blame   They're all the same and you're to blame, you're dogs, dogs