Well can you sink this Marauder    Or lead me to the slaughter?    You spotless sons and daughters    of the military grounds    take me up, boys, if you can    to the Sally Maclennane    with Turin Reg and Shanahan    and our infernal sound       well the darkness that I so despise    is the blackness I see in your eyes    so come on down, yeah come on down    and you can roll me to the ground       can you walk among these nations    or live with my sensation    or witness the creation    in the spirit of auld Pan    drink it up boys, to the world    save the whiskey for the girls    they love it more than strings of pearls    crumbling to sand       never think, don't move, stay still    'cause if you don't then you never will    so come on down, yeah come on down    and you can roll me to the ground       well this constant condemnation    your empty idolation    this moral masturbation    is on lost infertile ground    send it up, boys, stumble free    home to your Antigone    and let the cycle come to be    let it come around       well there 'aint no souls here to save    you can wear those shackles to your grave    or ya come around, yeah come on down    and you can roll me to the ground