Catherine Corelli - You've Got the Rot Lyrics

First, you were a handsome and worthy youth
Then you grew up and became a guy, a super cool guy
Always so eager to fight for truth
You became a soldier and went to war, to war for money

And now you're shooting
And now you're killing
Them for your
Fake democracy
And they're defending
Their ground and hating
You and your army
Fighting for money

What is your fee, is that a lot
Isn't it true, you've got the rot
How much you get, how much you got
You're simply bought, you've got the rot
What is your fee, is that a lot
Isn't it true, you've got the rot
How much you get, how much you got
You're simply bought, you've got the rot

First you conform to your ego shit
Then you agree to your country's laws and f*cking system
When there's no coke you're struck by a fit
When there's no pizza, no whores, no Mickey Mice you collapse

And now you're shooting
And now you're killing
Them for your
Fake democracy
And they're defending
Their ground and hating
You and your army
Fighting for money

Now you're wounded in a vital spot
Is it worth dying right now for the ideals you've got
Do you feel like a hero or not
Raping and killing and trusting your god
The truth is nobody gives a f*ck about
You and your enemies, all go to cemeteries
Are you happy now, catching your breath
Counting your money and facing your death

Were you ready to die?
You f*cking tremble and bitch and say "Why?"
This is your final sick piss
You are the guilty, your ass you may kiss
Where is the prize you have won?
The shit that you did is the bullshit you've done
You lose, stupid cocksucker
Die, motherf*cker

'Cause you were shooting
And you were killing
Them for your
Fake democracy
They're yet defending
Their ground and hating
You and your army
Fighting for money

Goddamn! You raped them
Goddamn! You killed them
F*cked them with
Your democracy
They're yet defending
And will be hating
All of you, f*ckers
You, coward cocksuckers

You were sold out and bought
F*ck yourself! 'Cause you've got the rot
You know that was your fault
Now you're shot down and growing cold
Die! You were sold out and bought
Die! F*ck yourself! 'Cause you've got the rot
Die! You know that was your fault
Die! Now you're shot down and growing cold

You've got the rot
Die, bastard