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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 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.

Every Time I Die

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