Hit Of The Search Party by Every Time I Die
No man abandon his post
A gatecrasher has called us to arms
Take up your torch
I want this ship cleaner than a hospital ward
A radical has polluted our ranks
Slouch into position men, this is a war
Set the traps, we'll have that criminals head
Marched through the streets on a stick
Someone will pay for this
We'll squeeze his goddamn brains out
Sleep with one knife open
You can't out think us, we've been out of thoughts for a while
You can't out think us, we've been out of thoughts for a while
And the warrior with the deadliest weapon is the one without
An instruction manual for his gun
This is a union of dunces
We are the new global menace stalking the land
Gnashing dull teeth, tapping our feet, sighing and humming
And watching this clock
That's what you get, that's what you get
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