Nothing Left - Pentagram

Well what the hell is wrong with you

We’re all living in a zoo

The rich and the poor man

All part of life’s trash can

Yes you know that someday

We’re all gonna pay

For the wrongs that each man gave

To all mankind, yeah

The politician thinks he’s fair

He sits and rots in easy chair

Decision making calms his mind

He’ll blow us all up in time

And that time’s getting closer each day

Soon they’ll all sell their souls away

To the one downstairs they think protects them

After they die

Alright!

Well, we might as well give up today

Because there’s nothing left for us anyway

Alright!