Regurgitator – I Like Your Old Stuff Better Than Your New Stuff lyrics

If I were in the Third World. My ass'd be numb from the fucking.
Could I get a word in? Before you slide the fucking turd in. Taken
all the G7 dick I can handle. Time to go down and bite off the roman
candle. Thanks for the aid now I pay you back triple. Business as
usual, gang-rape a cripple. You got the gat in the small of my back.
So I hope you wanna tell me where your conscience is at.
Thanks for the aid, you traders enslave
(repeated a few times)
Jesus God fuck it. Got to make a profit. Pop it in the coffin marked
structural adjustment. Check out the scenery, high yielding
greenery. Can't feed the kids but would you like a cup of coffee?
Chemical intravene fat plantation. Where'd you get the shit? Oh but
buy it from Satan. Just around the corner, service with a smile. His
first name's car, his last name's gill.
Thanks for the aid, you traders enslave
(repeated a few times)
Another sick pauper ha I don't want to bore you. You got me by the
balls so of course I abhor you. Well I just work here but I can
sympathise. Fuck with world bank they cut you down to size. IMF are
Insane Mother Fuckers. Pushers come to shove us with the shit from
above us. Bad karma, no drama. But just try fuck with the Indian
farmers.
The traders enslave, dig them a grave
(repeated a few times)