Scatter like roaches on the floor
How can anybody breath?
speakin from a tongue lined with sores
Were gonna paint the bodies green
Comlimented by red wounds
And scrapes against our knees
Were sending bullets through the womb
To cast good will across the seas
But Now there's blood on the linoleoum
And we can barely see
But maybe with just another Oil Drum
We can set the captives free
