You're heading down a road you know
With flashlights on and weapons drawn
To harm yourself, protect yourself
Don't harm yourself
You're heading down a road you know
With flashlights on and weapons drawn
She thinks that I would cut her skin
She thinks that I would let her in
Your ignorance it makes me sick
You load your guns before you think
You drag the king in from his trail
With all arms raised and TVs on
We'll drag the killers from their beds
Will hand them over to their dead
They'll be no trial for these men, these men