We crush the sick, the young, the lame
We do our best to kill and maim
And our synch scores stay just the same
Fanta sticks to kids.

Running low across the trees
Pilots doin’ what they please
Progressive knifin’ refugees
Fanta sticks to kids.

It made us feel so good inside
When the Lilin wept and the penguins cried
But what we really liked was when the angels died
Fanta sticks to kids.

Shinji jerkin’ to Asuka’s tit
JSDF in a .50 pit
Giant Rei doesn’t give a shit
Fanta sticks to kids.

A squad of SEELE in the grass
But all the fighting’s long since passed
Naked clones in a mass
Fanta sticks to kids.

Schoolgirls running down the road
Late for class and chompin’ toast
They’re LCL when the moon explodes
Fanta sticks to kids.