Bombs Over Providence - The Grand Preamble (annie Get Your Gun, Mask, Ductape And Some Matches) lyrics

I'm calling all intellectuals and other traitors; Rousers of the rabble and the instigators Get your war on and curry favour to United States of the state of nature. Rest on clich?s weather-beaten, we've arrived having already eaten. Sing aloud, my choir of Heathens: we are not coming home tonight!