God easily chooses who dies
I can not choose what
I need If you´re not that smart
In what do you have to believe?
Show you´re angry!
It means what it means to me
Sex, freedom and alcohol
Run after it now but you´re afraid,
'Cos

Mama hates
Church condens
And you´re listening to them
Now you give up
Cos the policy bits up
And you are so hurt
Soon you´ll see
That you and me
Are living to die
We are living to die
Your mum is not a saint

What would you say about that?
I kown it´s out of our reach
Just talk about our amusement
But show me you´re angry?
It means what it means to me
Sex, freedom and alchool
Run after it now but you´re afraid

Cos mama hates
Church condens
And you´re listening to them
Now you give up
Cos the policy bits up
And you are so hurt
Soon you´ll see
That you and me
Are living to die
We are living to die