Eyebrow Of The Cobra lyrics

Introducing the new code of honor

It`s black and white

Question muted by the gun in your mouth

Principles standardized

You disarm yourself- when you pointed the gun

Turn it back at yourself- it`s the only possibly outcome

Yes, sir! Is the catchphrase of the year

We`ve taken backseats, let them steer

And the anchorman informs, these are the wages of sin

Yeah, it`s glory bombing

The snake`s uncoiled itself, now it`s spitting venom

Its violent serum

Hate preachers, newspapers, Pennsylvania pick up truck

They`ve got you hooked

You disarmed yourself- when you shot your gun

An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth but only half a truth

Yes, sir! It`s the anthem of the year

Hatred contaminated tears

The anchorman declares, these are the wages of sin

Yeah, it`s glory bombing

The snakes uncoiled itself, now it`s spitting venom

Violent serum