Lyrics:

Another comic holy morning
When I've got this feeling
I am altered-native being
What's the matter ?

My matter's not so well, they say
Politians pro-lazy
Poly-mission's hard for 'em
But that's ok

I'm altered-native,
I'm altered-native

On the morning shining sun
God bless everybody,
God kiss everyone
When the acid rain it comes
Truth hits everybody,
Truth hits everyone
I'm an altered-lonely-soul, matricidal

Another stunning holy day
Sitting on the grass opé
Bitching on my ass ok
What's my type ?

I'm just an alternative son,
Alt-irradiated by the time
Native of this earth of mine
What's the problem ?

I'm decorated,
I'm decorated

On the morning shining sun
God bless everybody,
God kiss everyone
When the acid rain it comes
Truth hits everybody,
Truth hits everyone
I'm an altered-lonely-soul, matricidal

Hey, ain't it funny
People can be so lazy
Hey for the mess-up we get better,
We get on top

Maybe that's just a way to say :
If I'm dying down below
I'm taking everybody,
I'm taking everyone

If the acid rain it comes,
I'm blowing up everything
I'm killing everyone
I'm an altercating soul, matricidal.