One nation Run by wolves Ruled by pigs Occupied by sheep Branding them in broad daylight That's okay, 'cause I'm alright Wait, oh no The troughs run low The pen you go Cauterized, enslaved The wolves feast On the weak Hearded by the hunter You'll follow the tail in front Who's ass smells like your own Where is sheepman Gods, be pleased I slit, my guts Red, as roses Food, for maggots Love wealth, love hate Love wealth, love pain Love wealth, love guns Love wealth, love drugs Love wealth, Love wealth, love death Be pleased The sickled tongue, misleads You to a right god To bless Our nation of sheep Darwin, grow me the horns And I will, charge my way out of here Branding them In pale moonlight That's okay, we're bred to die On a greener Grassier, front line