Social Rinse

A child is born

The bred bastard

Reaction of nature gives the birth

Makes it solid, starts the life

Brain inside says: do whatever you want

Society, I won't agree

The law brings you down

Decree kills your soul

A child of an aristocrat wants to submit

The child who's able to think by himself

The abuse of a feeling individual

An independent child wants to feel his feelings

Brain inside says: do whatever you want

Society, I won't agree

The law brings you down

Decree kills your soul

You fucking dick!

You can't bring me down!

I want to mutilate your useless balls with my boots!

I'm a winner, a strong one, a child of nature!