Everyone's a winner,
there's no-one left to lose.
Do it all again,
there's no-one left to use.
Protesting in your minds,
burn it all away.
Do it all again,
when there's nothing left to say.

Born to die,
bred to breed.
Who will they,
choose to feed?

Look at all your money,
look at what you've got.
You think you've got that something,
that something you forgot.
Look at all your people,
at the misery you've made.
Look at all the heartache,
and depression on display.

Born to die,
bred to breed.
Who will they,
choose to feed?
Feed us.