We deployed in annoying cloying defenseless staggering hordes We advanced unencumbered and free We ran out of grenades All the lamps on the 405 were knocked out It was freezing and no one could see Hold up! Hold up! Our rent's not paid, and all Westwood's on lockdown The med center generator's out There's no honor in striking the wind Blowing isotopes on the harbor freeway To win the short-term fight Would form counter-productive debris "Hold up!" the congregation sang "Revival! Hosanna! We have no systems left to shock And we're awestruck! Raise your hands Because there's hope That we'll hold them back at La Brea Where we can cope And attend to an influx of new refugees from the war!" Hold up! Hold up! Alarming ping And aplastic anemia Held your shoulders down Your girlfriend laughs At the tag on your sleeve