Dirty, unclean, indisposed to suffer Marching, marked, there's not any way out Afraid in the alley. No emotions to hide Screaming, guided, no one sees his cry Howling swines In the urban farms Lost my pride In the urban farms Dirty, unclean, ready for the slaughter Bleeding, searching for a reason to hold on Forcing a truce 'till the time of the noise Wondering why all this hate has no cause Howling swines In the urban farms Lost my pride In the urban farms Say the words when I close my eyes In the night, I prefer to suffer than die