Holy Heck - Papadosio

Holy heck well, I’ll be damned

You got your soul out of a can

Cuze you one lost brother

With your handbook

Caught dropping bombs on the other

Well aint that all?

You look at me and you shake your head

Say «where will you be when you’re dead?»

You musta sold your mother to a third world

Lead to a sweat shop owner with a

Whip in his hand!

Not trying to change your world

You’ve been had right from the start

The whole world is changing right before our eyes

While I really say «will we live or die?»