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Hit of the Search Party - Every Time I Die
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Hit of the Search Party Every Time I Die

Hit of the Search Party - Every Time I Die
No man abandon his post
A gatecrasher has called us to arms
Take up your torch
I want this ship cleaner than a hospital ward
A radical has polluted our ranks
Slouch into position men, this is a war
Set the traps

We'll have that criminal's head
Marched through the streets on a stake
Someone will pay for this
We'll squeeze his goddamn brains out

Sleep with one knife open
You can't out-think us
We've been out of thoughts for a while
You can't out-think us
We've been out of thoughts for a while

And the warrior with the deadliest weapon
Is the one without an instruction manual for his gun

This is a union of dunces
We are the new global menace
Stalking the land
Gnashing dull teeth
Tapping our feet
Sighing and humming and watching the clock
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