the march of the breeders descends upon manhattan\!

And they're lining
Up on the corner and up on the corner and
Up on the corner and up on the corner and
Up on the corner and up on the corner and
Up on the corner and up on the corner and
Up on the corner and up on the corner and
Up on the corner and up on the corner and
Up on the corner and up on the corner and
Up on the corner and up on the corner and

And they're lining
Up on the corner and up on the corner and
Up on the corner and up on the corner and
Up on the corner and up on the corner and
Up on the corner and up on the corner and
They fire they fire
They fire they fire
They fire they fire
They fire they fire
Their bullets their bullets
Their bullets their bullets
Their bullets their bullets
Their bullets their bullets
They fire they fire
They fire they fire
They fire they fire
They fire they fire
They fire

And they're lining

(What?)
I marched with the Breeders upon Manhattan
I marched with their leaders and ate their rations
I marched with the Breeders upon Manhattan
I torched every building that I could manage

(They've got us surrounded)
I bleed like a winner and taken no prisoners
I plant car bombs on the police commissioner
Increasingly familiar with blunt force trauma
I juke the Mavic three's in my balaclava

The solider points his gun right in his own direction

And they're lining
Up on the corner and up on the corner and
Up on the corner and up on the corner and
Up on the corner and up on the corner and
Up on the corner and up on the corner and
They fire they fire
They fire they fire
They fire they fire
They fire they fire
Ricochet Ricochet Ricochet Ricochet
Bullets their bullets their bullets
They fire they fire
They fire they fire
They fire they fire
They fire they fire their bullets
Quiverfull quiverfull quiverfull
Ricochet ricochet ricochet ricochet
Quiverfull quiverfull quiverfull quiverfull
Ricochet ricochet ricochet ricochet

And they're lining

(Fuck!)
I marched with the Breeders upon Long Island
Every sovereign land that we've won through violence
Keep my quiverfull and seek new mothers
Khat and amphetamines erase my brothers

Happy is the man with no sword in his back and
Humble is the man with no arrows in his back and
Blessed are the men with no swords in their back and
Cursed is the man who's starting to crack and

The soldier points his gun right in his own direction

B'CAW!

HUH!
HUH!
HUH!
HUH!
HUH!

The solider points his own gun right in his own direction
The solider points his own gun right in his own direction

And they're lining
Up on the corner and up on the corner and
Up on the corner and up on the corner and
Up on the corner and up on the corner and
Up on the corner and up on the corner and
Up on the corner and up on the corner and
Up on the corner and up on the corner and
Up on the corner and up on the corner and
Up on the corner and up on the corner and
Up on the corner and up on the corner and
Up on the corner and up on the corner and
Up on the corner and up on the corner and
Up on the corner and up on the corner and
Up on the corner and up on the corner and
Up on the corner and up on the corner and
Up on the corner and up on the corner and
Up on the corner and up on the corner and
They fire they fire
They fire they fire
They fire they fire
They fire they fire
Their bullets their bullets
Their bullets their bullets
Their bullets their bullets
Their bullets their bullets
They fire they fire
Their bullets their bullets
They fire they fire/Their bullets their bullets
They fire they fire/Their bullets their bullets

They fire their
Bullets at me
They fire their
Bullets at me

Up on the corner and up on the corner and
They fire they fire/Their bullets their bullets
Ricochet ricochet/Quiverfull quiverfull
They fire their bullets at me

And they're lining...