We've seen you steaming up our windows and the blur carried our name,
You, boy, dragged your reckless mouth inside our camp but tonight our throats
Are already screaming from gliding parachutes excited about the combat
We're having the time of our lives with every scar won on the road

Raining like dead pigeons on our we
Your words ain't threatening Thought we'd be so scared
Of your old ferocious hand grenades with this army?

At the end of each season we've waved at you
But you timidly smiled back at us, still from your rooftop
Our boots, stamping the mud,
You'll never forget what you hear tonight
Our boots, stamping the mud,
We'll never forget why we're here tonight, standing up

Dirty tongue, reveal your owner
Dirty tongue, confess
Your spasmodic bitter reaction to new blood
Tickles our belly and forms foam in our bathtubs
Your arsenal is the size of your sores
What are you fighting for?

I know it's trendy
Lighting up all those fuses
And blowing words up
But there's no way you could collapse us
To me
Your sympathy
Doesn't mean a thing

And I've only got one question:
"What is it like to wake up with nothing better to make up?"
Maybe I am right,
Maybe I am wrong,
But be sure I will resist

Buy a brand new life
Stop your crusade It's a war in cartoons