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Album: Hot Damn! (2003)

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 outthink us,
we've been out of thoughts for a while. The warrior with the deadliest weapon is the
one without an instruction manual for his gun. This is a union of dunces and 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 for fucking with us.
When we find you we will 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 floord 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

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