Текст песни Food Not God

Another day Trampled under your feet. Weeds of discord. We're your disease. A brick through your window So you know we care. Just step outside, We're waiting out there. Exile on market street. Look outside. Push comes to shove In a rat's race that's going nowhere. You think you're safe from the suffering. You ignore the weak and the poor. A violent opposition is at the door.