They’re coming to your city
They’re coming to your town
They’ll string along their followers
So the cops will gun them down
They throw bricks through windows
Spur the mob to loot the stores
Use a killer for their cover
To go out and kill some more
The mob can find no reason
Only passion and rage
While those trying to reach across the line
Are killed or put in a cage
Bread-crumb bait for lizard minds
The Pied Piper arrives in the neighborhoods
Success will be limited
Until they take our guns for good
But his followers are more than flesh and blood
For behind them are the machines
And when their tanks come to your door
You’ll reach the end of your pipe-dreams
So let us praise the provocateurs
They’re here to kill us all
A puppet dancing on a string
Is how America will fall
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