文本歌词

Get your guns
Wait for me
Do we know who we're going after
Scared of taking the first blow
A call for war
Against their sons and families
We wouldn't want to stop the problem
Murders good for national progress
This blood will stain our hands for centuries
The cheshire cat won't tell
Will you be waiting here when this is over
This is the call to arms against irrational attack
They stole our comfort so we'll teach them all to stand in line
So get your sons and follow fear like we've done for generations
We come like saints with better bribes
Hero
Looked at another way
They tore our ego's down
Press had a field day
Race war in your hometown
Of all the plots that failed to burn the web we wove
This scare will bar the things we thought we were fighting for
I am not going to sport the kings and crowns
Build the walls that keep the lines bleeding on the inside
Like the trials we never ironed
Until our judgments push us all away