*[English translation]* _The Worms are Coming_ When Clinton sits in the Lincoln It's like he's hiding something His face is right in front of me I've shot him in my sleep already But you can't see past your nose McDonald's is good enough for you It's enough for you that the Cola is Coca You're just as much to blame That you got screwed by the commercials With this America-shit With this plastic life Where so many people have gone astray Like prisoners in a war We just receive the satellite filth Where every woman is perfect And every man is muscular And the best washing powder That fuck knows how washes And the muscle-brained Mickey Mouse Who'd kill anyone for cocaine And the negro girl on the street Who ain't even 15 yet But she fucks for 20 sucks for 10 And maybe she ain't got AIDS yet And her younger brother who needs money for drugs Puts a knife in you But before the cops could get him He's gonna OD And the boarded-up windows Of the house that bears death, The stench of the slums, Where the three-year-olds are freezing It's the same here, only more rough Where you're up in the whore to your wrists But you gotta get back on your feet No matter how much it hurts I don't need no boat, I don't need no plane I've got food to eat, I've got a place to sleep yet I don't need no boat, I don't need no plane I'm at peace, the Wild West is here... ... for a long time
*[English translation]* _Girls on the boys' laps_ Hot summer evening On the bank of the Tisza river the woman was looking for Where her tent is, she remembers That she had pitched it somewhere in the back I'm telling her if she's afraid To be left alone at night, she'd fit in Here, there's enough sleeping bags In mine, the party's just getting started It's just getting started... The party's just getting started Looking forward to Saturday afternoon Come on, let's roll a trumpet The magic carpet will take you there Where even a drunken bird won't go Then when the buzz hits And Cupid will shoot his arrows in the right place I am the living fuse of dynamite Waiting to explode Meanwhile in the car stereo Some good band is singing And in the backseats There's no room for more, so Let the girls sit on the boys' laps Let the girls sit on the boys' laps Let the girls sit on the boys' laps If there's no room for them otherwise! If there's no room for them otherwise! Red! Hot summer evening On the bank of the Tisza river the woman was looking for Where her tent is, she remembers That she had pitched it somewhere in the back I'm telling her if she's afraid To be left alone at night, she'd fit in Here, there's enough sleeping bags In mine, the party's just getting started Meanwhile in the car stereo Some good band is singing And in the backseats There's no room for more, so Let the girls sit on the boys' laps Let the girls sit on the boys' laps Let the girls sit on the boys' laps If there's no room for them otherwise! Let the girls sit on the boys' laps Every boy has a girl on his lap!
*[English translation]* _Life is the best poison_ I was born on a garbage dump, But they got messed up, too. I have nothing, I have no place, Only my head to bang against the wall. I'll be more wicked than the devil, When I think of it, I'll go berserk, Like the wheel and the steering wheel, And the almighty government. And my whore who never gets wet, But always kind to me. She'll take me like a castle, And I'll empty the magazine into her. 'Cause she's my girl and if she gets me, She'll take care of me straight away. She's been at my place ever since she ran away From the institution. This ain't no New York, this ain't no Los Angeles, If you're gonna do it, you better know what you're getting into. Bed by day, street by night. All the coke dealers' shit. A gun in a cop's hand, In the crossfire of another gang. I wouldn't be in your shoes, When you got a bullet in your head. Like the preacher on TV, He's got fascism in his blood. He's shouting, you can see it in his eyes, He believes like the Nazis. The cop, when he smells blood, He hits first and asks questions later. The time is right, but the place is wrong, Stick your baton up your ass, asshole! ...ASSHOLE! This is a jungle, this is a prison, I'm loading my .45. This is the dream, this is the life, It may end now. If you would pick up a guitar, let me tell you, Get out of here, it's none of your business. Just a dump, just a pigsty, This fucking piece of rock'n'roll shit. Down to the streets, out to the square, No one's gonna push me aside. I'm a rat, but I ain't no vermin, Life is the best poison.
