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Patriots of the wasteland torching two hundred years Dragging my spirit back deep into the dungeon again Bring back crucification, cry the moral death's head legion Using steel nails manufactured by the slaves in Asia You wont fall for that, well law and order is a baton in the rib You wont fall for that, just like your Mummy and your Daddy did Blood inside a fountain pen, wrote you out of life again And who knows any better than to kick and scratch under English weather From a chain gang to the mill, the mill that sits on top of the hill The fog drowned towns gonna have to fade The wrong side of the scissor blade You wont fall for that, well law and order is a baton in the rib You wont fall for that, just like your Mummy and your Daddy did I'll eat my hat, well I'm gonna be sick They own the pack while we play the three card trick Patriots of the wasteland torching two hundred years Dragging my spirit back deep into the dungeon again Bring back crucification, cry the moral death's head legion Using steel nails manufactured by the slaves in Asia You wont fall for that, well law and order is a baton in the rib You wont fall for that, just like your Mummy and your Daddy did I'll eat my hat, well I'm gonna be sick They own the pack while we play the three card trick Don't you know where is that place Where you hid the ace? Don't you know we not thick, slick? We all gotta play the three card trick