To Kill a Petty Bourgeoisie You Guys Talk, We'll Spill Our Guts

took the land in search of
on thin ground
we’ll spill our guts
the truth will be behind us
what’s been said
and left to dry
these tears goodbye

jackknife through the heart dear
now there’s nothing to fear
what will tend
will soon be
in their eyes
a fool they’ll see.