آهنگ: Holy Mother. The Rage.

Say, hail the leader with the mask
Let's say we put him to the test
Somehow he doesn't like the sound
He'll dig his heels into the ground
To think that he's the seventh wonder
Moving mountains with the thunder
All the lies he tries to cover
Money talks, where is the love
And the land that falls beneath him
to apologize-beneath him
Watch a crowd of many tease him
Run in circles to appease him

It's a rage of disorder, rage of disorder
Rage!...Rage!
Rage of disorder, rage of disorder
Rage!...Rage!

A little freedom for us all

Too many guns, too many tax
Too many mobs pursue the waks
Too many cops push you around
The lunatic has come unwound

I think his tie is a little too tight
We gotta teach the man his wrong from his right
Ya gotta, ya gotta, ya gotta

It's a rage of disorder, rage of disorder
Rage!...Rage!
Rage of disorder, rage of disorder
Rage!...Rage!
And the lunatic has come unwound

A little freedom erases the hate of us all

It's a rage of disorder, rage of disorder
Rage!...Rage!
Rage of disorder, rage of disorder
Rage!...Rage!

Guns, guns, guns are spreading disease
Sex is survival, survival to me
He's lying to you, yea he's lying, he's lying