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 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
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.