Centauri Teenage Riot - Indian Handcrafts

I was forced to attend an all boy’s school

Sent there not to offend my mother

Slave to tobacco field by day

Beaten like a man by night

Fire!

Zoltan!

I walk the streets to defend my honour

Where I met the force of laws I’d never known

They took me to a medical lab

Where they stuck me with all kinds of needles

Fire!

Zoltan!

Psychotropic thunder!

Zoltan!

Screaming like a banshee!

Look out son you’ve misbehaved

Entire armies you’ve enslaved

Kill them all a thousand ways

Leading them to atomic graves

Fire!