By Frank Peter Hermsen

I am not some sort of rebel

But I´m angry on the highest level

One-eyed onto poison street

Over barricades of misery

I dance on your outstreched hand

Film you drowning in quicksand

You offer peace I vote for war

Like it always was before

You cry for help and I just watch

You loose your life and I drink scotch

I hate you for eternety

I killed you in my fantasy

I declare my war on you

I´ll dance on your grave

You are just a slave

But whatever you want

Whatever you do

I declare my war

On You

I declare my war on you

But whatever you want

Whatever you do

I declare my war

On You

© Frank Peter Hermsen 1996