There’s a moral decay that’s all around,
I’ve seen blood on the ground,
Blood of no martyr, just a no-one,
Some poor bastard unlucky enough
To be born into this

We’ve lost the sense of our own senses,
I’ve seen the guns and fences,
Guarding no martyrs, just nobodies,
Just poor bastards unlucky enough
To be born into this

Rampant disregard is all that rules,
I’ve seen the work of fools,
Powerless fools, nameless bodies,
Poor, poor bastards unlucky enough
To be born into this

Little hope at all there seems to be,
I’ve seen the apathy,
Afflicting all the luckless souls,
Poor, poor bastards unlucky enough
To be born into this

But a few there are who undaunted try,
I’ve seen them onward ply,
A little difference to maybe make
Poor, poor bastards just like me,
Who were born into this.