Move can you feel it coming
Switchblade smiles
They go on for miles
They go on forever
Now they stand together
There’s no denials
Much too soon
For the wooden spoon
Can you hear the knocking
Now the feet are stomping
Around the room
Move back this wrecking ball
Rips through the blackest hole
Violence is coming I’m running I’m running
Ring o ring of roses
A pocket full of posers
Uniform disguises
All the screams a lie