P.L.K. 歌词

Today our children are thought about treason They hate their teachers,don't have any reason They fight each other,to rase the social order With weapons in their hands, they could cross the border American cult is spreading hand by hand A dangerous virus,infesting our land A thousand dollars the price of a head For this kind of money, who wouldn't call death? The jungle animals have heard about this The politician's head has fallen to this. Now every wonderer can live in peace We've all escaped, the slavery's kiss