I don't care your fuckin' orders Sharing in your march Sleep in your beds And I will not say "Yes, Sir!" and "Yes, Sir!" Wearing with your rags and your ranks I'll never be on your guilty mission I will not shoot your finishing strokes 'cause I know which are your "good intentions" I will never be like one of you… I will do my bit to society With the welfare works, rise the pride in me
You will never spit only in my food Joke in bad taste, never one of you