mas afinal o que se passa/ parte II, äh?!

podem me chamar os nomes que quiserem. É talvez uma das faixas com mais versoes deste planeta, mas nada melhor que o original, esta porca maravilha de UUUGGGHHH!!! CARALHO! Questiono me todos os dias, se aqueles individuos esquisitos com vestidos estranhos têm o Ghandi, porque nao fazemos nós do Lemmy um simbolo espiritual? Quando ao falar alguem vos espetar um gafanhoto na cara, repliquem com uma valente escarrobia! Em vez de espremerem essas nojentas borbulhas de vossos rostos deslavados, ostentem nas com orgulho!! Pois somos todos de igual modo repugnantes...
E por favor... hoje é sábado... tratem de se dedicar ao obsoluto vazio.

I am the one, Orgasmatron, the outstretched grasping hand
My image is of agony, my servants rape the land
Obsequious and arrogant, clandestine and vain
Two thousand years of misery, of torture in my name
Hypocrisy made paramount, paranoia the law
My name is called religion, sadistic, sacred whore.

I twist the truth, I rule the world, my crown is called deceit
I am the emperor of lies, you grovel at my feet
I rob you and I slaughter you, your downfall is my gain
And still you play the sycophant and revel in you pain
And all my promises are lies, all my love is hate
I am the politician, and I decide your fate

I march before a martyred world, an army for the fight
I speak of great heroic days, of victory and might
I hold a banner drenched in blood, I urge you to be brave
I lead you to your destiny, I lead you to your grave
Your bones will build my palaces, your eyes will stud my crown
For I am Mars, the god of war, and I will cut you down.