Child (The killer)
Stick 'em' up
Stick 'em' up
Get down with the poor kids
They know how to listen, and they know how to rap
They say got some money?, you think you're so funny
Got some food, or are you in a mood?
They live in a dustbin, they have very black skin
They know where they're going, and they know where they've gone
Everyday they have to worship a God that never really exists
Don't f**k, with the Pakistan life
Don't push your luck, with the Pakistan life
Don't f**k, with the Pakistan life
Don't push your luck, with the Pakistan life
Won't they ever accept they live off s**t?
Won't they ever accept they're way to fit?
We're the children of Pakistan
We're the children of Pakistan
We're the children of Pakistan
We're the children of Pakistan