Introducing the new code of honor   It's black and white   Question muted by the gun in your mouth   Principles standardized   You disarm yourself- when you pointed the gun   Turn it back at yourself- it's the only possibly outcome   Yes, sir! Is the catchphrase of the year   We've taken backseats, let them steer   And the anchorman informs, these are the wages of sin   Yeah, it's glory bombing   The snake's uncoiled itself, now it's spitting venom   Its violent serum   Hate preachers, newspapers, Pennsylvania pick up truck   They've got you hooked   You disarmed yourself- when you shot your gun   An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth but only half a truth   Yes, sir! It's the anthem of the year   Hatred contaminated tears   The anchorman declares, these are the wages of sin   Yeah, it's glory bombing   The snakes uncoiled itself, now it's spitting venom   Violent serum