Post No Bills

When the crash course turns around
I'll make an infidel in progress

Post! No!
Post no bills

Post! No!
Post no bills

We'll be dying every day
We're tired, reticent and roguish

Infiltration underground
Death is such a simple sound
Plastic seeds under the town
Growing into lost and found

Post! No!
Post no bills

Post! No!
Post no bills

When the crash course turns around
I'll make an infidel in progress

When the crash course turns around
They'll all sit around and watch us
Die! Die! Die!