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Death must come to the sickoids at last Peace will become a thing of the past The sickoids have the armies and the guns in their grasp They're going to destroy us with their threats and their lies We must kill them They bug me They're trying to frame the Red Brigades Tell us all we're threatened by the terrorist plague They're hanging a noose around our necks By gluing our minds to the front page Kill them You got no choice Death to the sickoids, or death to you They got the money, they think they got the power To step on your face, make you lick their boots Rise against them They're trying to frame the Red Brigades By telling us we're threatened by a terrorist plague They're hanging a noose around our necks By gluing our minds to the front page Kill them Rise against them Aus Songtexte Mania