On the coast of costa livin
In the town of kilookantpay
They yell and scream for silence
And for peace there's wars they'd wage
In the good times we would beg for work
In the bad times we were slaves
On the coast of costa livin
In the town of kilookantpay
Now they worked it on a class system
Blood was either red or blue
Skin types were put back into their order
Whenever stocktake was through
And they made real men illegal
So the physical was ineffectual
Which left the family at the mercy
Of the likes of greer and the intellectuals
And they said
"Live fast die young"
"Die young leave a good looking corpse"
"Only the good die young"
And they wondered why the kids took drugs
On the coast of costa livin
In the town of kilookantpay
They yell and scream for silence
And for peace there's wars they'd wage
Now in the good times we would beg for work
In the bad times we were slaves
On the coast of costa livin
In the town of kilookantpay