Patriots of the wasteland torching two hundred years   Dragging my spirit back into the dungeon again   Bring back crucification cry the moral death's head legion   Using steel nails manufactured by the slaves in Asia      You wont fall for that law and order is a baton in the rib   You wont fall for that just like your mummy & your daddy did      Blood inside a fountain pen wrote you out of life again   & who knows any better than to kick and scratch under English weather   >From a chain gang to the mill. The mill that sits on top of the hill   The fog drowned towns arr gonna have to fade   The wrong side of the a scissor blade      You wont fall for that law and order is a baton in the rib   You wont fall for that just like your mummy & your daddy did   I'll eat my hat I'm gonna be sick   They own the pack while we play the three card trick      Dont you remember the place   Where we hid the ace?   Yeah not thick but slick   Now we all gotta play the three card trick