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

To be continued...