Будете ли вы расстроены, если я скажу вам, что мы умираем?
Вы говорите только: Дайте мне это, дайте мне то, дай мне, дай мне, дай мне все эти вещи!
А потом вы говорите: «я не виноват»!
Would you be upset if I told you we were dying? — And every cure they gave us was a lie? — Oh! They mean it when they say we’re dead and doomed — And every single symptom brings us closer to the tomb — And who will take the credit for our swift impending fall — Because it’s not my fault — Would you be impressed if I said that the dead would help us counting — Every single moment that we waste our time? — All the time we’re spending vaccinating this disease
— I just get dizzy when I think of all the ways we try to hide our maladies — WE wine, we dine, and everything is fine — Because it’s not my fault — Not you’re upset because you finally got the notion — That everything you had is spinning down the drain — Oh! Do you mean it when you beg and pray and plead? — Your «Giveittomegiveittomegiveittomegiveittome all those things we need» — And what, pray tell, will you whimper when your number will be called — You’ll say «It’s not my fault» — Go! Now! The others they’ll await you — And every single one among the lot of you will have your turn — Ai Ai Ai Oh Oh OH — Like moths that fly into the flame it always ends up so — You scream: «Not me! Take anybody else! — Because it’s not my fault!»
— I had a dream last night where everyone was trying — Subconsciously I knew it was a lie — ANd when I woke I knew it was time to pray — To make amends before the end, before my judgment day — I looked around, I stood alone, I knew what I had to say — I said «It’s all my fault»