war drums

bip, bop

bippity-bitty pop.

war drums

clock, clock. clock.

ad-hoc, black bloc.

anarchy rules, walk. walk. walk.

 

two dogs bark. the world watches,

some in awe. others in shock.

"feed em' to the croc! feed em' to the croc!"

the chants get louder

a radio full of propaganda, or a censored browser?

take your pick, white wolf or black schnauzer

 

flip, flop.

new rules, news rule.

loose runes, loons rule.

war drums bop, bop. bop.

 

noose lune is here, time to sharpen the crop!

we shall march! light the torch and fire the glock!

nobody gets away, build the walls and seal the docks

once and for all, burn the commies and massacre the ox

tear up all the pretty frocks, feed em' to the fox

tomorrow they will come for you too, knock knock knock

all that'll be left will be roaches and rocks

 

nuke them, duke them.

puke them, spook them.

 

it's time for a war, the band marches through Anaheim.

flares shoot up in the sky, all hands up for hate crime

a collective suicide at an uncertain time

it used to be viva la revolución across the rhine

but it all simmered out somewhere down the line

all sense of moral abandoned, hanging atop an amazon ravine

 

and yet we have the audacity of questioning

whats divine

it's all past saving. the water is saline

drink and dine, shrink and die

it's not a revolution, if it's just one last whimpering cry

 

and the day we disappear

maybe we could start again all over

and try

 

naye, delusions and the collective mind all too high

to remember we're all just living one collective lie

 

trip, drop.

a riveting mop.

war drums

chop, chop. chop.

 

flip, flop.

new rules, news rule.

loose runes, loons rule.

war drums bop, bop. bop.

 

ad-hoc, black bloc.

anarchy rules, walk. walk. walk.

war drums clock, clock.

 

click.