Go East young man to the Holyland where killing is free
Show your scars in foreign bars to the killing class
Be a physical jerk, death is your trade. You have the right to work
These things I know you’ve heard before
But I’ve got to get a subway train
To the Holyland
Go East young man to the Holyland and don’t delay
Glory waits in foreign fields for you today
Kill the weak like slaughtered streets in ancient streets
Fill tomb with those who dare to move in this Holyland
These things I know you’ve heard before
But I’ve got to get a subway train
To the Holyland