Compositor: Tommy Denander / Olle Romo
Come on in to this human game
Another round of blame
They have a bullet with every name
Carved in led without a bit of shame
It's all a lie by the people we trust
A silent war where we all go bust
No way to win or even slightly adjust
When all your dreams are completely crushed
We feed the machine as they roll the dice
Heartless and mean and cold as ice
Money makers, hateful fakers
Greedy wolfs who run the pack
Human breakers, lifeless quakers
The monkey on our backs
Please sit down and accept your cards
The devil sends his regards
We've dug a hole in your own backyard
Your final boulevard
All your kings and your queens can't win
When they have all the aces under their skin
Just for kicks they'll take your for a spin
Before the real games truly begins
We feed the machine as they roll the dice
Heartless and mean and cold as ice
Money makers, hateful fakers
Greedy wolfs who run the pack
Human breakers, lifeless quakers
The monkey on our backs
Evil takers, God forsakers
The monkey on our backs
Money makers, hateful fakers
Greedy wolfs who run the pack
Human breakers, lifeless quakers
The monkey on our backs
Evil takers, God forsakers
Play us fools outside the tracks
Like dictators, war creators
The monkey on our backs