Patriots of the wasteland torching two hundred years Dragging my spirit back 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 law and order is a baton in the rib You wont fall for that just like your mummy & your daddy did Blood inside a fountain pen wrote you out of life again & 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 arr gonna have to fade The wrong side of the a scissor blade You wont fall for that law and order is a baton in the rib You wont fall for that just like your mummy & your daddy did I'll eat my hat I'm gonna be sick They own the pack while we play the three card trick Dont you remember the place Where we hid the ace? Yeah not thick but slick Now we all gotta play the three card trick