Below is the lyrics of the song No Concern for the Inhuman , artist - Man is the Bastard with translation
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Man is the Bastard
Club feet, can’t hardly walk
Mouth sewn shut, no way to talk
No concern for the inhuman
Scatter the dead into ruin
Fucking pigs — skulls are thick
Wretched cops — sucking dick
Fried meat, blazing sun
Guilty pigs are on the run
A feeble race takes a bite —
Rotten world
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