Låttexter:
Flotsam And Jetsam When The Storm Comes Down

your moral code You Understand I refuse to play the role Say have a seat, I think I'll stand Stained glass here I come with brick in hand No explanations

stab another back, To get your way And grease the painted palms, all gagged and bound You try to rip me off I'll bring you down Kill Or be killed,

lame excuse to hide the pain Instinct stifled be ashamed For what you feel is right and sane Suffering, told what you feel and need is wrong When conflicting

in charge Will it matter which bills are paid when she decides to do us harm Forces of nature destiny control Even the rich can't buy their lives When