Red alert, the roar, the footmen riot. War for more to gain what was denied. Wrath and blood, the scheme needs to be rectified.
Urban endfight. Urban endfight.
Junked they tilt, they kneel, they fall down, how it roars, it roars... World that turns with graceless motion 'round a wasted sun. How to stop this joyless stumbling thru disposal fun?
What they need's to feel kind of alike. They want more than trash, than useless toys. Urban endfight, The creeps of low life.
Cries for rights, for lives without restraint, arise! With uncertain circulation wheeling 'round the prey. Suburban guerilla against the life that's lived in vain.
World so full, So rich with madness. Men they burn with hate against this. Circling with their graceless motion 'round a grinning sun. Second class inferior members of mankind the witless one.