Ministry / So What (live)

Ministry / So What (live)

(…you have had all that money can give you, but that wasn’t enough. You became a thrill seeker… thrill seeker… thrill seeker… thrill seeker… killed for a trick. This thrill-seeking became the one great thing in your life… piling one thrill on another, until, the murder. Killed for the love of killing. Killed for a trick. …A ha ha ha… The thrill-seeker comes from… all walks of life… from a home where the parents are too busy to treat their children with respect… respect… respect. Respect… respect… respect. Killed for a trick. Respect… respect… respect.)

Die, die, die, die
Scum sucking de[BILITATE] debauched
Anal fuck-fest, thrill Olympics
Savage scourge supply and sanctify

So what? So what?
So what? So what?
Die, die, die, die

(Assassin, assassin… killed for a trick.)

Die, die, die, die
You said it
Sedatives supplied become laxatives
My eyes shit out lies
I only kill to know I’m alive

So what? So what?
So what? So what?
Die, die, die, die

(Some people think newspapers exaggerate juvenile crime, or that it’s confined mostly to large cities. Juvenile delinquency is authorized cause parents think something has gone wrong with the environment. Adults create the world children live in. Juvenile delinquency is always rooted in adult delinquency. And in this process, parents play a key role. When children grow up among adults who refuse to recognize anything that is fine and good or worthy of respect… Respect… Respect. Killed for a trick.)

Die, die, die, die
So what, it’s your problem
To learn to live with
Destroy us or make us saints

We don’t care, it’s not our fault
That we were born too late
A screaming headache
On the brow of the state

Killing time is appropriate
To make a mess and fuck all the rest
We say, we say

So what? So what?
So what? So what?
Die

Die
Now I know what is right
I’ll kill them all if I like
I’m a time bomb inside
No one listens to reason
It’s too late and I’m ready to fight

Now I’m ready to fight
Now I’m ready to fight
Now I’m ready to fight
Now I’m ready to fight
Fight, fight, fight

So what?
So what? So what?
So what? So what?
So what? So what?

Songwriters
WILLIAMS/WOOD/GRAVITT

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