Trained by blaring bells
Pushing paper school
Had a better time playing who's the fool.
Tempted to fate,

Loaded All the time
Debased and eyeing the bully pulpit
Set to do the crime
All right It's nice to find

A tactical place
A vicious boiling pot
Some anonymous hate
All right Dear old

Sam I am a ringer
Set to come undone
And I could point a finger
But I'd rather point a gun

Give me hell, give me pay
It's an institution,
institutional holiday
I'm going to get some blood on my hands

I'm going to get some blood on my hands
Dear old Sam I a ringer
Set to come undone
And I could point a finger

But I'd rather point a gun
(Drawn over lines breeding with crime.)