Out Of Hand

Fools gahter round to watch me bleed

But ehre are things you'll never see
To protect and save one nation under god
A nation in which no-one's free

Their flesh begins to rot
What's left of what they've got
A boring life is getting old
Mischief
Won't turn to gold

By going back to burning books
Ripping apart things that doesn't fit
One times one equals nine
Your make, believe reality is full of shit

Jesus christ
Lord of flies
In disguise
Fuck!

It's fucked to bear one idiot's words
But worse to see others believe it
Fucked up minds in fucked up times
It's up to you to foresee it

Jesus christ
Lord of flies
In disguise
It's all built up on lies
Out of hand
Is this a fucking joke
Out of mind
And it makes me fucking choke
Fuck!

* Unavailable on wolverine blues album in canada and usa
Only available on west-Germany