We’re Diggin Up Hatchets today And sharpening the blades In case, a stitch of hope remains In this hell that we’ve raised
Hey! We’re witnessing the waking of the dead We’re ripping all the wires from our heads We’re pumping all the poison from our veins And scrubbing out these wicked stains
We’re burying mercy and grace In unmarked shallow graves Today, the piper must be be paid For the tune that he played
Hey! We’re witnessing the waking of the dead We’re ripping all the wires from our heads We’re pumping all the poison from our veins And scrubbing out these wicked stains
Let us pause, and be thankful for this evening And the fact that we are breathing Maybe living has a meaning after all There’s a plan for us lunatics and liars
We have faulty gears and wires They can’t save us, but they’ll do the best they can
Hey! We’re witnessing the waking of the dead We’re ripping all the wires from our heads We’re pumping all the poison from our veins And scrubbing out these wicked stains