Somewhere in a square, shady, gray building in Doral
There’s a man named Donald Bradford putting prisoners through hell
And he’s standing in the middle of a slave trade ‘cause he sells
Innocent primates for experiments; he locks them in those cells

You run a concentration camp
You run a death camp

And for somebody that swears that vivisection is a shame
He doesn’t seem to shed a tear for all the animals in pain
Donald Bradford; can’t you just admit that you’re the one to blame?
You send children to their death, and it’s all for financial gain

You run a concentration camp
You run a death camp

Firebomb

They’re only numbers; only subjects
Of experiments; vivisection
Infect them with disease; let them die
Cut them open while they’re still alive

Somewhere in a square, shady, gray building in Doral
There’s a man named Donald Bradford putting prisoners through hell
And he’s standing in the middle of a slave trade ‘cause he sells
Innocent primates for experiments; he locks them in those cells

And for somebody that swears that vivisection is a shame
He doesn’t seem to shed a tear for all the animals in pain
Donald Bradford; can’t you just admit that you’re the one to blame?
You send children to their death, and it’s all for financial gain

You run a concentration camp
You run a death camp

Firebomb