Well can you sink this Marauder
Or lead me to the slaughter?
You spotless sons and daughters
of the military grounds
take me up, boys, if you can
to the Sally Maclennane
with Turin Reg and Shanahan
and our infernal sound

well the darkness that I so despise
is the blackness I see in your eyes
so come on down, yeah come on down
and you can roll me to the ground

can you walk among these nations
or live with my sensation
or witness the creation
in the spirit of auld Pan
drink it up boys, to the world
save the whiskey for the girls
they love it more than strings of pearls
crumbling to sand

never think, don't move, stay still
'cause if you don't then you never will
so come on down, yeah come on down
and you can roll me to the ground

well this constant condemnation
your empty idolation
this moral masturbation
is on lost infertile ground
send it up, boys, stumble free
home to your Antigone
and let the cycle come to be
let it come around

well there 'aint no souls here to save
you can wear those shackles to your grave
or ya come around, yeah come on down
and you can roll me to the ground