This is a hymn,
Of the warfare an’ peace,
That is the diet,
Of cure or misery,

I found the help of rebelism,
The negative peace,
Neglected commonwealth,
In the central  board,
Fuckin’ hosts,
That’s mine,
Become known,
From my mind!

I don’t give thanks,
For your measures,
I beat out ’em,
From the parliament!

You can stay here,
Till Mr. Whirly arrives!

Ohhh...Geez...
Somebody kills...
I’m listenin’ to..
It’s the suicidal commando!

I don’t need them…
Hey! They arrived with…..
Mr. Whirly!

We finished with this order,
Mr. Whirly arrived!

The leaders are screamin’:

They beat the shit out of as,
We lose the central-peace!
Mr. Whirly has the power,
Which is inwincible,
They beat the shit out of as,
We lose the central-power!

The war ’n’ peace has everyone hiders!
We ’as havin’ places,
From Budapest to
East and west!

I don’t understand this,
So, I dont win?!