Death To The Sickoids Testo

Death must come to the sickoids at last
Peace will become a thing of the past
The sickoids have the armies and the guns in their grasp
They’re going to destroy us with their threats and their lies
We must kill them
They bug me

They’re trying to frame the Red Brigades
Tell us all we’re threatened by the terrorist plague
They’re hanging a noose around our necks By gluing our minds to the front page
Kill them
You got no choice

Death to the sickoids, or death to you
They got the money, they think they got the power
To step on your face, make you lick their boots

Rise against them

They’re trying to frame the Red Brigades
By telling us we’re threatened by a terrorist plague
They’re hanging a noose around our necks
By gluing our minds to the front page
Kill them
Rise against them