You know it’s coming…
When the order finally organized the storming of the gate
And justice has been redefined through every whore and saint
The able bodied soldiers put the quarters up to play
How much more can the corner’s office take?
When they’re ordering every people leave their corner stores and crypts
And creep on to the lawns of every self absorbing bitch
The citizens of earth will put their quarters up to kiss
How much more can the coroner’s office give?