Make way for the verve crusade.
Arming the battalion with a mind for a blade.
There's no place, no time for pointless spite.
We've all been down with that same old plague and we're sick of it.
We're not getting any younger and we're not getting any f**ing better.
But in the end we're still alive, we're still a threat.
We're just done with throwing bricks, we're using words instead.