Yeah, the night's right
Yeah, the time's right
Yeah, the time's right
IT'S A TRIUMPH!
The future is murder, hold on to your hats
The future is murder
Tonight, one time only, due to popular demand
The city's finest; the boys in blue
The city's finest will indiscriminately charge unarmed
Mothers, children, hippies, words will be twisted
And skulls will be cracked at the behest of the state
Never before have you been able to witness so much cruelty
Live and in blushing color to more readily identify the blood