Lyrics:

It's a type of spirit of a nation
And we get ready to stare sadly yet
Into body stall
Wow, ready for law
Whose still sign it's redetermination
Turn and lose
Or we've been refused, stared,
Fighting in the street
O-oh another turn indeed
Hunting, burning denormalization
See no wheat growing, locking, locked dead
Only but for fools
Dead without the ruies.
Damned wild!
Damned wild!
Damned wild!
Beastie generation
Ready Wietermination
Ready for determination
It's a type of full penetration
By the fuel of your blood we're trying - How?
Dead refuge
Wow, this can mean we are in fudge.
Damned wild!
Damned wild!
Damned wild!
Beastie generation
Ready for determination
Determination!
Waste of wrong – beastie generation
Here come: growling, howling, in a fluid zone
Owing all a knife
Don't you hide
Lost and burned, denormalization
See no wheat growing, locking, blood - dead!
Only pack of fools.
Dead without the ruies.
Beastie generation
Ready for determination
Determination!
Beastie!
Beastie!!
Beastie!!!