Lyrics
Maury Travis: "I can't hear you what you're saying. Say it clear!"
The victim: "You are the master. It pleases me to serve you."
Another bastard in the ground
Another bastard in the ground
Charles Manson: "Remorse for what? You people have done everything in the world to me. Doesn't that give me equal right? I can do anything I want to you people at any time I want, because that's what you've done to me."
Kill every cunt, kill every cunt
Kill every cunt, kill every cunt
Pounded into dust
Charles Manson: "They are sneakin' into the county jail, looking under the door to see if the man is there. Sneakin' like little children out of town. Sneakin', sneakin' all around the courthouse. Sneakin' in and out of the ventilators, sneaking everywhere. Everything is sneaky up around Sneakyville. Everything we have to do is... Is, to get to the truth, you have to be sneaky. It seems a shame to sneak to get to the truth. To make the truth such an evil dirty old nasty thing. You gotta sneak to get to the truth. The truth is condemned. The truth is in the gas chamber, the truth has been in your stockyards, your slaughterhouses. The truth has been in your reservations, building your railroads, emptying your garbage. The truth is in your ghettos, in your jails. In your young love, not in the courts or your congress where the old set judgement on the young. What the hell do the old know about the young? They put a picture of old George on the dollar and tell you that "he's your father, worship him". Look at the madness that goes on. You can't prove anything that happened yesterday. Now that is the only thing that's real. You can try to prove that Columbus sailed on an ocean. But it's not the same ocean, it's a different ocean, it's a different world."
Written by: Volcanic Birth
