You Bring The Cannon, We'll Bring The Balls - Swashbuckle

Over trivial matters, wars are fought

Absconding with things we never bought

Keeping true to the code, our faith’s decree

Fighting 'til death while the cowards flee

You bring the cannon, we’ll bring the balls

Gonna smash these heads into the Goddamned walls!

'Neath the glooming moon or glowing sun

Gonna rage the faces off of everyone!

Cavil down if you’d like

You’re just another match to strike

Demur over mere scruples?

Meet a bullet between your pupils!

Pacified fools, rejoice!

We’re here to make your choice

Fret not the end of days

Dote upon rational gaze

Life washes clean of all regrets

Death looms in every silhouette

A world of slaughter

A world of tears

A word of wisdom

In a world of fear

A mind of misery

A mind of disillusion

A moment of clarity

In a mind of confusion

As all mistakes awake

Shaky concentration breaks

Unreality begins to flood

Lingering on drops of blood

Reckless sentiments

Shade in diagrams of spite

All we need is fire

For this revelry to ignite