[Verse 1]
Patriots of the wasteland torching two hundred years
Dragging my spirit back into the dungeon again
Bring back crucifixion cry the moral d**h's head legion
Using steel nails manufactured by the slaves in asia
[Chorus]
You won't fall for that law and order is a baton in the rib
You won't fall for that just like your mummy & your daddy did
[Verse 2]
Blood inside a fountain pen wrote you out of life again
& who knows any better than to kick and scratch under english weather
From a chain gang to the mill. The mill that sits on top of the hill
The fog drowned towns arr gonna have to fade
The wrong side of the a scissor blade
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
I'll eat my hat i'm gonna be sick
They own the pack while we play the three card trick
[Outro]
Don't you remember the place
Where we hid the ace?
Yeah not thick but slick
Now we all gotta play the three card trick