Postcard From Hell Lyrics

I have some good places to show you

Pride of our fair society open your eyes

Wide to enjoy this tour

Feel deep in your heart the things you'll see

Our first stop will be at a slum where

People and rats share the huts and fight for the scraps

Scared by the cops and delinquents

Stray bullets don't think- Stray bullets just kill

Ragged children play in open sewers

Drug dealers - To be to escape from misery

Beaten and abused by drunk adults

Open sores in their souls that will never heal

This is what you used to call

A free world where everyone is equal

"Ordem e progresso o caralho

Seu filho da puta mercenario"

[Chorus:]

I hope you like hanging out in hell

I hope you like the reality hidden behind

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Lots of people dying in hospital lines

Many more coming to replace them

In this fancy church you'll realize

That you'd better die than stay alive

And if you wanna buy a spot in heaven

Just pay the price and they will provide

But as you're alive you need to survive

So get a job and carry your cross

In this zombie factory, I'll introduce you

To the real devil who'll suck your soul

Eaten alive by starving machines

You'll pay with your life for cheap merchandise

"Cest ce que tu appeles liberte, Egailte, Fraternite

Es esto lo que tu llamas desarollo? hija de puta sanguinario"

[Chorus]

This is what you used to call

A free world where everyone is equal

So now make yourself at home

Help yourself if you want some more