The swine are circling and they've tasted blood
Poster children for manifest destiny
And they have become a farm team of rednecks
With cable TV and nothing better to do
Rows of teeth waiting patiently to take the place of the newly lost

The sound of the footsteps outside are loudest at this time of night
They have strength in their numbers and God on their side
Waving guns in the air using pride as a guise

Paralyzed masses with fear in their eyes
Overreaching, overreacting, now the spirit of the times
Fair-weather captains directing these ships of fools
If their hands do touch blood
I am innocent, they were innocent, I am innocent

The sound of the footsteps outside are loudest at this time of night
They have strength in their numbers and God on their side
Waving guns in the air using pride as a guise

It takes more than a minute to make you a man
Arming corn fed confederates, is that what we call a plan?
Pilate standing with one foot in his own grave
Our hands are as filthy as they have ever been