Respect it, effected, defective
Not backing not packing
Dig "EM" up, Dig "EM" up, Dig "EM" up

So many things that make me sick
So down with those self-absorbed hypocrites
And newborn racists who cover their faces
They're not so shameless but tasteless and faceless
There are boundaries on cultural differences
And oppressing under privileged kids
What's with this, what's with this
So many things that make me sick

Common wars in tales of different towns
Aggression it lives for clowns
My mission is to tell you of this
Someone holding you down just raise your fist
Why aren't men always free
Slavery, returning disease
What's with this, what's with this
So many things that make me sick

Free the man, free all of them
Free the land, united we can stand

You've lost your thought
But thought is all you've got
Boy stop you're caught
You're thicker than a rock

Any minute now, any minute now
People will realize there's people dying
People will realize there's people trying
To make ends meet
To keep from defeat
To save face and their families
And here we are the selfish beasts