Extreme Prejudice Songtext
von Witheren

While we smoke missiles and fossil fuels
Count down world wars, we won′t get to three
Number zero, the class one, will sure suffice
To end our kind with extreme prejudice

We're just a little bit angry
We′re just a little bit sad
We're just a little bit behind you
Balaclava-clad

Crowbar in hand
Devoid of demands


But I guess enough's enough
Romanticising violence, bluff
To the eyes of omniscience, piss off
Why sound the alarm?
What I do in my head′s my own problem
What you do to the world is shameful harm

Each bone cracked, strained tendon
Will swing back, full volume
Wish I could be there
And play the background tune

But I′ll be long gone
Before you go down, I know
Just remember your turn
Is coming, head and halo
As we dive bootstraps first
For the ground below
For the ground below!