You'd never imagine us    bringing a loaded gun to the ballroom    this party's about to kick off    tonight is the wrong night    the devil's own are only starting up    the first round of the fight    so hang on tight dear mother    the needle is jabbing the womb    draw back and release this child of disease    this mob is a riot    the outlaw youth are only emptying    the first round of the night    'cause everything's not alright    I suppose you thought y   ou had our hands behind our backs    wool over our eyes now your pulse is in my palm    and you stand hands to mouth    wearing your disguise    it's pretty apparent this boy is a curse    the christ of the moment    so blow him away    hey come on and take the new number    if you're next in line    then kid I got a really big fucking surprise    there won't be a next time