When they make a new stronghold out of their opinions

And they got you on the slab, with the pendulum swingin'

See them on the wire, with the gasoline fires

Shouting that rhetoric, the poetry of liars

Every free soul left alive starts, starts thinkin'

Raid

Hit them where they live, where they kill, where they bury

Raid

We won't step in line for the party secretary

Alright

Re-throne a crown with their hands made of stone

New crew, got oil in our bones

Good things perish on the road to the castle

Here's a book of code to slow down the hassle

Down at the picture-show, they're lookin' for some action

We're all lookin' for some kinda distraction

Time machine, gonna set it at zero

Wash the blood of the hands like Nero

We're gonna sing a song across the river

The only way a song can deliver

In the shipyard's ice-cold shivers

In the hunted days live forever

Raid

Hit them where they live, where they kill, where they bury

Raid

We won't step in line for the party secretary

When the bullhorn shakes you can see them in formation

So they can drag the whole world back to simple desperation

They got party secretaries, they got coats of arms

They got higher motives, so they can't do any harm

When you see them on the rise, better sound the alarm

So we can

Raid

Hit them where they live, where they kill, where they bury

Raid

We won't step in line for the party secretary