The Honor System - Eyebrow Of The Cobra lyrics

Introducing the new code of honor It's black and white Question muted by the gun in your mouth Principles standardized You disarm yourself- when you pointed the gun Turn it back at yourself- it's the only possibly outcome Yes, sir! Is the catchphrase of the year We've taken backseats, let them steer And the anchorman informs, these are the wages of sin Yeah, it's glory bombing The snake's uncoiled itself, now it's spitting venom Its violent serum Hate preachers, newspapers, Pennsylvania pick up truck They've got you hooked You disarmed yourself- when you shot your gun An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth but only half a truth Yes, sir! It's the anthem of the year Hatred contaminated tears The anchorman declares, these are the wages of sin Yeah, it's glory bombing The snakes uncoiled itself, now it's spitting venom Violent serum