So this is where the future lies  In a beer gut belly  In a open fly  Brilcremed, acrylic, mindless boys  Punching, kicking, making noise  From the cradle to the city streets  They spill out their aggression  By punching what they don't understand  And stopping all forms of expression  Teaching eachotherto be men  By spewing in the street  Well now I know just what to do  To make my man complete !  Against the power of their misguidance  We must learn to fight  To be just what we want to be  Morning, noon and night  Night is for the hunters  And the hunted are you and me  Hunted for just having  Some from of identity  Night is for the hunters  And the hunted are you and me  Hunted for just having  Some individuality .