paroles de chanson 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
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
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
this
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
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
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
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