an alpha male showing all the balls
but why won't the bird sing
though you twists it's jaws
how bright are the fires of thought
in the chain of command

after the war world is a toilet
and we breed like maggots
after the war

realise that we must be spent
like the brainwaves that dissolve
when a bullet is sent
how bright are the fires of thought
in the chain of command

spit spit the ever bounching check
mate, you're in trouble like the rest
how bright are the fires of thought
in the chain of command