A deer dance, invitation to peace
War staring you in the face, dressed in black
With a helmet, fierce
Trained and appropriate for the malcontents
For the disproportioned malcontents
A little boy smiled, it'll all be well
And say a little boy smiled, it'll all be well
Pushing little children with their fully automatics
They like to push the weak around
Pushing little children with their fully automatics
They like to push the weak around
Pushing little children with their fully automatics
They like to push the weak around
Push the weak around
Push the weak around
Push the weak around
They like to push the weak around
It’s all class war. It’s always been class war.