Faithless on the skids hung out to dry oh seen better days   With the sunlight fading like a tabloid and I i have found   All those double-barreled freedom fighters are in for themselves   And a call to arms has never been about anything else      Fire one more round   But hate is not a lone assailant   Hear the drummers pound   Listen to the homespun violent sound      Hatred on the prowl underneath an oh new guise garb and gown   And he's so persuasive when you look in his eyes all dumbfound   And the double-talkin' politicians expose their intimate lives   While the sheep are lowing for the shepherd to show he never arrives      Fire one more round   But hate is not a lone assailant   Hear the drummers pound   Listen to the homespun violent sound   Sound   Sound      Ooh I'll tell you how it   Pains to say this   Ugliness is ours   'cause I would better lay in bed and   Maybe even sleep all day   Maybe sleep some more   Some more      Too   Yeah now      Suspicion is a powerful religion when it leads to the force on these shores   In the jungles of the midwest dwarf militia train for war right on course   Unlike the famous fable revolution won't yield a firework show   Unlike the famous fable revolution won't end on july the fourth      Fire one more round   But hate is not a lone assailant   Hear the drummers pound   Listen to the homespun violent sound   Sound   Sound   Sound   Yeah sound      Yeah the homespun sound   I hear the sound   Yeah the homespun sound