Artist: ministry
Song: so what
Year: 1990
Die, die, die, die
Scum sucking depravity debauched
Anal fuck-fest, thrill Olympics
Savage scourge supply and sanctify
So what? So what?
So what? So what?
Die, die, die, die
Die, die, die, die
You said it
Sedatives supplied become laxatives
My eyes shit out lies
I only kill to know I'm alive
So what? So what?
So what? So what?
Die, die, die, die
Die, die, die, die
So what, it's your problem
To learn to live with
Destroy us or make us saints
We don't care, it's not our fault
That we were born too late
A screaming headache
On the brow of the state
Killing time is appropriate
To make a mess and fuck all the rest
We say, we say
So what? So what?
So what? So what?
Die
Die
Now I know what is right
I'll kill them all if I like
I'm a time bomb inside
No one listens to reason
It's too late and I'm ready to fight
Now I'm ready to fight
Now I'm ready to fight
Now I'm ready to fight
Now I'm ready to fight
Fight, fight, fight
So what?
So what? So what?
So what? So what?
So what? So what?
