Testo di Third Worlds Vacation

I can get drunk Working is hell I got a home, i got food My parents won't give me more Meanwhile, somewhere else Homeless and starving Like a knife in a swollen belly, hunger is carving You soak in pity, they bathe in dirt Uneducated and decrepit Bodies diseased and ridden with worms Now we take a little trip down leper lane A new life to live in the land of pain Beneath the arid sun, between hell and death On the boiling floor, you take your last breath Salvaging your insanity for the painful realization that it's not perfect, but it's the best you got so far Next time you're complaining - take a third world vacation!