Текст песни Dittohead - Slayer

This fucking country's lost its grip, subconscious hold begins to slip
The scales of justice tend to tip
The legal system has no spine, it's corroding from inside
Slap your hand, you'll do no time
Reality on vacation, all across a blinded nation
Mentality under sedation
Anyone can be set free on a technicality
Explain the law again to me

Here in 1994, things are different than before
Violence is what we adore
Invitation to the game, guns and blades and media fame
Every day more of the same
Murder, mayhem, anarchy, now are all done legally
Mastermind, your killing spree
Unafraid of punishment with a passive government
There's nothing for you to regret

Nothing to regret

Unimposing policy
No enforcing ministry
Gaping with judicial flaws
Watch a fading nation crawl

Clashing with the public frame
I'm the one that's place in fame
Legislature sets the stage
Social slaves caught in my rage

Administrative anarchy, there's nothing you can do to me
The world around you drifting to a continental tomb, you see
Violence is my passion, it will never be contained
Living with aggression and its everlasting reign