Song: Saiha Pihl Oppja - Lyric: Saiha Pihl Oppja
Copyright 2004-2008 © Funkevital

It's time to pull up one's socks,
and to remove this stinkin' smell
To give pace the chairman a shock
An amputee for all of us fearin' well
Give the welfares worst nightmare
Let the coins roll in the Grecian way
Tear down the conspiratorial head square
Those who put us on the carriageway

It's rows of deportees ready for departure
Accidents for the operation-tables damage
Ready to get tortured and steppin' away from nature,
and to carry it, and to never take off this baggage

All in the pavement of deportee,
se us passin' the unknown fairway,
when a jack the green have to depose,
what we already know what they have to unsay
All the body-scars, and all of this collapsars,
revealin' the implants with software from cap-a-pie
Explain what all of this bizarre really are,
and agree to pass over to us the passkey

It's rows of deportees ready for departure
Accidents for the operation-tables damage
Ready to get tortured and steppin' away from nature,
and to carry it, and to never take off this baggage

Maybe it's something heritable to us all?
Something that falls natural for a pioneer,
while his wife scream for 'em to fall
And who'll missin' him when he disappear
It's this way we do the care' in
To dismayin' the ones who betray
To make sure they know we'll win
You know we do care' in this way

It's rows of deportees ready for departure
Accidents for the operation-tables damage
Ready to get tortured and steppin' away from nature,
and to carry it, and to never take off this baggage