Filicide Songtext
von BeingAMonkey

All you little Zombies in your dirty little boots
Shuffling around, like you′ve got nothing to lose
Is there nothing for you in this age of information
Caught in a state of constant hesitation


This must be a mistake
They wanted gratitude
For making us slaves
How much more can we take
The burned the soil
Now the children will have to pay

All you happy people in your dirty little houses
What have you done to my april showers
What have you done, what have you done
Did you hear that the father killed his son


This must be a mistake
They wanted gratitude
For making us slaves
How much more can we take
The burned the soil
Now the children will have to pay