Hit of the Search Party

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
 That's what you get
 That's what you get for fucking with us
 That's what you get for fucking with us
 When we find you we'll skin you alive
 We'll pluck out your eyes
 And the canons will roar as we march to the capitol
 Dragging your hide
 Drooling polished jackboot monsters
 Tracking the scent of a sleeping child
 Your composure gave you away
 Next time it's best to cry havoc
 Keep marching, the bridge is ours
 They're coming to get me
 They're coming to take me away
 I'll never make love in this town again
 Everyone on the dance floor is doomed
 Hit the ground, shut your mouth
 The prisoners have laid waste to the pulpit, you're in for it now
 Are these helicopters for me?
 Have I been appointed to speak? Then I'm going to hell
 And I'm taking the renaissance with me