Overdose - Postcard From Hell lyrics

I have some good places to show you Pride of our fair society open your eyes Wide to enjoy this tour Feel deep in your heart the things you'll see Our first stop will be at a slum where People and rats share the huts and fight for the scraps Scared by the cops and delinquents Stray bullets don't think- Stray bullets just k** Ragged children play in open sewers Drug dealers - To be to escape from misery Beaten and abused by drunk adults Open sores in their souls that will never heal This is what you used to call A free world where everyone is equal "Ordem e progresso o caralho Seu filho da puta mercenario" [Chorus:] I hope you like hanging out in hell I hope you like the reality hidden behind The postcards and the magazines' lies Lots of people dying in hospital lines Many more coming to replace them In this fancy church you'll realize That you'd better die than stay alive And if you wanna buy a spot in heaven Just pay the price and they will provide But as you're alive you need to survive So get a job and carry your cross In this zombie factory, I'll introduce you To the real devil who'll s** your soul Eaten alive by starving machines You'll pay with your life for cheap merchandise "Cest ce que tu appeles liberte, Egailte, Fraternite Es esto lo que tu llamas desarollo? hija de puta sanguinario" [Chorus] This is what you used to call A free world where everyone is equal So now make yourself at home Help yourself if you want some more