Hit of the Search Party

Lyrics

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 criminal's head Marched through the streets on a stake 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 the 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 cannons 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