Hit Of The Search Party — текст песни (Every Time I Die)

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.