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