The Grand Preamble (Annie Get Your Gun, Mask, Ductape And Some Matches) letra

I'm calling all intellectuals and other traitors;
Rousers of the rabble and the instigators
Get your war on and curry favour to United States of the state of nature.
Rest on clichés weather-beaten, we've arrived having already eaten.
Sing aloud, my choir of Heathens: we are not coming home tonight!

Bombs Over Providence - Letras

• A Vision After The Sermon: Jacob Wrestling With The Junior Boys Soccer Team
• All The Good Guys Are Dead, And I'm Twisting My Moustache
• And The Award For Best Post-Coital Hug Goes To...
• Anybody Remember John Enis, Chair Of The Board Of Tourism For Bad Sex, Ont.?
• Black Friar's Union Of Thursday Night Anarchists
• Broken Records
• Bury My Eyes At 1510 King St. W.
• Class Aptitude Test Results Are In, And It's Martyr Or Matador For Everybody!
• Cobra Constant Committee Bake Sale
• Dig Them Up And Try To Reason With Them
• I've Got Your Revolution Right Here, Wise Ass
• May Cruise Missile Diplomacy Keep Us Truthful, Good, And Mild
• Pink Slip + 1:30% Resistance To Your Daughter's New Pony
• The 18th Brumaire Of Boomer Ellsworth
• The Grand Preamble (Annie Get Your Gun, Mask, Ductape And Some Matches)
• The Starving Artist Weight-Loss Program Works... To Varying Degree... Somethetimes
• Walkerton, Workfare, And The Wusses Who Watched
• What I Destroyed On My Summer Vacation
• You're Either With Us Or You're With The Satirists
• Zombie Cheerleader Slumber Party Massacre