Men Without Souls

I’m tired of all that,

I’m tired of all that

I’m tired of your scandals, your crooks and your vandals

I’m tired of your ways

I’m sick to the teeth

I’m sick to the teeth

That something so rotten just could be forgotten

The lies and the cheats

I cried when I read,

there’s a boy nearly dead

They shot him with holes and then broke a few bones

Aren’t you tough men.

Did you dream in your sleep?

Do you dream in your sleep?

You left him half dead and you went home to bed

Your wife brushed your coat

And she made you some toast

Can you hear him moan

Men without souls

Men without souls

The whole world is filled with them

Dragging their filth with them

Madmen will kill for them

And their mothers still feel for them

Men without souls