Patriots of the wasteland
Torching two hundred years
Dragging my spirit back
Deep into the dungeon again
Oh, bring back crucifixion
Cry the moral death's head legion
Using steel nails
Manufactured by the slaves in Asia

You won't fall for that
Well, law and order is a baton in the ribs
You won't fall for that
Just like your Mummy and your Daddy did

Blood inside a fountain pen
And wrote you out of life again
And who knows any better
Than to kick and scratch under English weather
Form a chain gang to the mill
The mill that sits on top of the hill
Fog drowned town gonna have to fade
The wrong side of a scissor blade

You won't fall for that
Well, law and order is a baton in the ribs
You won't fall for that
Just like your Mama and your Daddy did
I'll eat my hat
Oh, I'm gonna be sick
They own the pack
Try to play the three card trick

Patriots of the wasteland
Torching two hundred years
Dragging my spirit back
Deep into the dungeon again
Oh, bring back crucifixion
Cry the moral death's head legion
Using steel nails
Manufactured by the slaves in Asia

You won't fall for that
Well, law and order is a baton in the ribs
You won't fall for that
Just like your Mama and your Daddy did

I'll eat my hat
Oh, I'm gonna be sick
Oh, they own the pack
You try to play the three card trick

Run, run, run, run, run don't you know
Where is that place where you hid the ace, oh
Don't you know that ??
They're trying to pull that three card trick