Grey morning, grey dreams…
And I don’t understand why people are [bad word] still
Grey earth has almost stopped breathing,
And grey storm cloud pours rain seething
So set aside your moral problems!
Look around: your country is almost dead.
Those slimy government morons [bad word] the soul of your people and laughed.

Grey sky and grey persons…
It so [bad word] hurts, ‘cuz all around me is grey,
But the voice inside, perhaps a conscience
Paints everything in blood red!
Your nation is dying in misery,
No one will survive this century,
Now I want you to guess:
When your parents dead – who will be next?

And your great majestic beloved people
Looks at this mess and just spits upon it.
Spits upon itself, spits upon your children,
Make them lose their souls and make them living dead.
Realize that your children and yourselves
You will make obedient stinky slaves.
If you sit here and wait for the [bad word] 
It is your mind you have been deprived.

And I might be jugged for this very song,
So I will never [bad word] the government well.
But I will be so glad when the bell dongs
And all of [bad word] go to [bad word] !!

You’re not alone, there’s plenty alike,
Whose hearts are burning and ready to strike.
Your conscience awaken, it’s gonna be sick
Of life and those [bad word] who made you a freak.
So take a machine gun, shoot [bad word] on sight,
Blow this system, break its [bad word] might.
Fusillade the president, kill the delegates,
Show them October nowadays!