Hit of the Search Party - 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 criminal’s head

Marched through the streets on a stake

Someone will pay for this

We’ll squeeze his goddamn brains out

Sleep with one knife open

You can’t out-think us

We’ve been out of thoughts for a while

You can’t out-think us

We’ve been out of thoughts for a while

And the warrior with the deadliest weapon

Is the one without an instruction manual for his gun

This is a union of dunces

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

That’s what you get

That’s what you get

That’s what you get for fucking with us

That’s what you get for fucking with us

When we find you

We’ll 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