| Song | This World Hell |
| Artist | Killing Joke |
| Album | Live at the Hammersmith Apollo |
| Everybody's keeping quiet | |
| Why has it come to this? | |
| They're using food as a weapon | |
| Black blood, rage in the streets | |
| This world hell. Die, long pig! | |
| The iron hand of man is rising | |
| And a concrete fist is calling | |
| And an evil moon is rising | |
| I am choking with disgust | |
| This world hell. Die, long pig! | |
| Draw them in with words of honey | |
| No more pain of debts | |
| Let us all return to nature | |
| And we'll share out all the spoils | |
| This world hell. Die, long pig! | |
| And you'll never ever get to see heaven... |