Cro-Mags

In this iron age of hypocrisy
The war against the weak goes on continuously
Cant you smell the bodies burning
Taste of death in the air
Not for a cause but just for greed
Mad scientist experiment in torture and in pain
Murdering the helpless whos this meant to gain
Polluting creation the air the land and sea
Making this world a hell of toxic misery
For the benefit of man they interfere with natures plan
Can you tell me what is going on
I look out my window and what do I see
Junkies, gangs and rape and poverty
Dont you see the signs things are out of hand
Dont you think its time we gotta stop
This modern age so full of grief
Ive turned away from its belief
I watch society digress
And it just looks like one big mess
I cant believe the things I hear and see
In this world theres no remorse
Nows the time we must change our course
Those of us whove seen the way
Must stand and fight for a brighter day
[ Age Of Quarrel Lyrics ]