Oh, the land is covered in blood
Oh, oh the land is covered in blood

Oh, the land is covered in blood
Gotta grab my hand
Gotta drag me around the mud

Oh my famine is eating me up
Gotta pass that test
Gotta piss in the cup

[?] is rolling around in the dirt
While I'm collecting my government money
It's funny how fast we die in these horrible times

All my old friends are obsessed with money
[?] screams while they're hungry and I eat nothing all day
I'm plummeting into recovery
Gotta get up, gotta pick me up to cure my something

My friends don't make enough
My friends don't make enough

In these horrible times
These horrible times