The Massacre 404

[Verse 1:]
This is the first time they're comin' on the streets
Committin' all the worst crimes and killin' who they meet
I wanna make it clear to you that they are not your family
Not near to you, but they will take the opportunity
To let it be known that they are here
They're not goin' anywhere, fuck what ya hear
You wanna make a fuss about it? Well, I'll cleanse the stage
Give no fucks about it, sit down, behave
I'm tellin' you a story 'bout the way that the world works
And givin' props to the guns in the world wars
And giving thanks to the brave men back home
Killin' everyone that I don't know
Well, I remember some shit from an old poem
Something about how they came for the socialists
I don't give a fuck, I'm not a socialist
Fuck it, kill 'em all, run 'em off, that's the gist of it
The new age, contained in an old cage
Breakin' us free, and tearing down all the remnants of what it used to be
I don't care about the way that it looks
We gotta rid the land of the crooks
Or they're comin' for your kids

[Hook:]
They're comin' for your kids
They're comin' for your kids
They're comin' for your kids
They're comin' for your kids
They're comin' for your kids
They're comin' for your kids
They're comin' for your kids
They're comin' for your kids
They're comin' for your kids
They're comin' for your kids
They're comin' for your kids