Call the legion in tonight, with their impoverished ways Takes a forty hour fight to get us out of this place. The tricksters, hypocrites, and fakes - condemned and censored this way Takes an Anchorage night to get us out of this place. The gavel drops. The chatter stops. Let the man have his say. The gavel drops. The chatter stops now. Cautious citizens await with their questions in hand Decry the guilty one his fate, so unimpressive he stands. Unveil the matches, gasoline! Commence to violent ways The hallway leads us in between. We're getting out of this place.