Brace yourselves for the bottom Where every special snowflake melts in the dirt You've got to give up everything You know you've got to make it hurt You want to keep things comfortable You want to french kiss the status quo But you know what you already know Death throws death throws death throes Burn down their gods Defy their king No flag, no idols One king of kings Let's see the god of violence Finally put to shame Gun happy pagans and their flags We've blotted out their names They go sullen into peace Miserable and two by two After all, guns don't kill people People who defend guns do Landscape of blood and cholesterol From the throats of screaming animals The shopping malls of cannibals And child slaves in their stained glass walls Wake up oh you sleeping child Whose heart is for rebellion Draw them from their seats of comfort Into non-violent insurrection