What fine judgement I see
in the eyes of our world leaders
Oh how beautiful life could be
if it hadn't been shot to pieces

Shot to pieces

What secret music do I hear
upon the [bad word] of my ear

What great pleasure I feel [bad word] from nowhere and I shall return
Because of you people I will flee
I see my late identity burn
 [bad word] from nowhere  [bad word] from nowhere  [bad word] from nowhere  [bad word] from nowhere 

What great pleasure I feel
What great pleasure I feel
What great pleasure I feel
What great pleasure I feel