The first words that came could've been more inspired

You must be hungry or tired or frozen

So put up your feet, throw some coal on the fire

And weave us a tale of delight



So we sit in our gun and we wait for our turn

We'll be waiting all of the night

So we sit in our gun and we wait for our turn

We'll be waiting all of our lives



We're all to blame

We hide away

Let's take the sand from this bottomless pit

It's hell to pay

So run away

Destroy on command all who came and then quit



It's been carefully planned by the ones you won't see

Send out the monkeys, they come out of the bushes

To piss in the punch and then smash up the decks

It's your party, we're all obliged



So we sit in our gun and we wait for our turn

I think you hurt him, there's blood on the floor

So we sit in our gun, can I ask what you're on

If you made it there's hope for us all



We're all to blame

We hide away

Let's take the sand from this bottomless pit

There's hell to pay

So run away

Destroy on command all who came and then quit

You're all the same

So hide away

Let's steal the sand from this bottomless pit