Dracula in the years 2000 - RISE
From a  culture of lies 
And plead stupidity and joinin’ in
Christ Jesus give me an original sin!

Berlin in the 1930’s
Too many fools don’t want to get their hands dirty
They came for the Reds, the Gypsies, the Jews
So who’s gonna stop ‘em when they come for you?

And who is this sucker they’re callin’ the drug czar
Face everywhere like a motherfuckin’ rock star
Please to Banksy the voice of a nation
70%% of decriminalization  

Hate (8?) to go no disrespect
But what the fuck d’you expect to see?
Cop’s throwin’ out ice cold water
Yeah, terminator X-tacy

All I’m tryin’ to do is get along
Who is it? Who is it? Who is it?
All I’m tryin’ to do is get along
Who is it?

Dracula in the years 2000 rules
A little chain of fools in denial
Bloodsucker, evil motherfucker
Back from the dead tryin’ to play me for a sucker

In an undead life of health and sobriety
Make me secure in the belly of society
I’m here to tell you that you got that wrong
I don’t wanna belong.

All I’m tryin’ to do is get along
Who is it? Who is it? Who is it? Who is it?
All I’m tryin’ to do is get along
Who is it? Who is it? Who is it? Who is it?

Who moves the invisible hands?
Who is it? Who is it? Who is it? Who is it?
Who is it? Who is it?
Who is it? Who is it? Who is it? Who is it? Who is it? Who is it? Who is it? Who is it?

All I’m tryin’ to do is get along
All I’m tryin’ to do is get along
All I’m tryin’ to do is get along
All I’m tryin’ to do is get along, yeah
All I’m tryin’ to do is get along
Help me out here. Name the guilty men

Who is he to the employee?
Is he Mr. Bean just the same as me?
I don’t think so, and I’m here to go
Minutes to go as we roll with the flow

We got minutes to go
Minutes to go
Don’t let them see us, don’t let them know what we’re doin’
Not the ones we’re screwin’

Here to go
Right, Minutes to go!
last words of Hassan Sabbah

Don’t let them in on the heavy metal deal
Not the green deal
Not the real deal
Are these the words of all the undead corporations of the Earth?