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 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