Something's soured in the night

We must purge the rye and rice

There's an outage for tonight

Slowly snuff the pilot light

Bring all the power you can find

There are scoundrels taking sides

A thousand cowards fled the fight

In no towers shall they hide

Torch them

Smoke them out, shoot the stragglers

Catch the spider in its web

Whack the viper on the head then

March them out to their parapets

Line them up and point them out

Strike with courage kill the doubt then

Kill the boy

Don't think, just snip the chord

Give him a quick send off

And throw his baggage on the pyre

Kill the boy

Go on and prick the boil

Strike swift and twist the coil

And watch the man rise from the fire

Something's rotten in the broth

We must upturn the whole damn pot

Cut a bandage out some cloth

Amputate above the clot

Turn the water into wine

Scrub the paint with turpentine

Numb the pain with something white

Stun your brain a couple times

Tonight

Hit them now while the lights are dim

We'll outflank them in the dark

Quickly shank ‘em in their backs then

Slit their throats while the tide is in

Throw the bodies to the waves

Let the water wash away then