Hear a crass chanting form out of the band
Don't toss out lines their families won't understand
Watch them cursing at the government
Kicking up sand
Close the gate
Please feed the horse

Is this Canberra, where's the governor's house?
Let's say hello before we plan to go south for science
My sister Sarah made the dust in her mouth
They'd look so good on your horse

Looks like Decatur took the brunt of the blast
Our favorite stop's a pile of gallons of gas
Purge the forcefield at the station let the children get fast
'Cause we'll need to ride the horse

And you hit 'em
Too hard
That's not how it is, no that's red

That's a punch in the throat!