The weak ones are the first to go
The laws of nature tell us so
The survival of the fittest when
Darwin will be in power again

The gene pool needed to be cleaned
Before it turned into a latrine
So many diseases are hereditary
That's not the way it was meant to be

Morals are for sissies

Disabled people and retarded
Wasted lives; barely started
I put 'em in trucks filled to the roofs
Drove 'em to the woods and fed 'em to the wolves

I'm not a drug-crazed Satanist
Just a provident realist
So what's all the fuss about
I did 'em a favour; I helped them out

Morals are for sissies