[00:00.00] 作词 : Thomas Rees
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Thomas Rees
[00:09.93]Working the crowd on some cold hard shoulder,
[00:14.88]Grimacing faces and grime,
[00:19.89]Hissing and boos turn to loving and laughter,
[00:24.57]We’ll have these fools singing party line,
[00:29.70]Now I understand that you won’t sympathise well,
[00:34.41]With the rush you get from sending all those lives to hell,
[00:39.36]With the camo guys looking in my eyes my thighs swell,
[00:44.25]Shall we go out there and torch ‘em?
[00:46.74]And I say:
[00:47.19]‘Hey we might as well!’
[00:49.89]They let us in again,
[00:53.64]They took the pill again,
[00:55.35]Me and my freaky friends,
[01:03.48]We’re on the kill again,
[01:09.24]Sonic boom,
[01:11.67]Inhaling the fumes,
[01:14.19]Nothing quite hits just as right, good lord,
[01:19.02]As expensive meals, and backhand deals,
[01:24.00]And hugging the button at night,
[01:28.86]Well you think for one that I would be ashamed, well,
[01:33.93]As I put a child on the wrong side of some bomb shell,
[01:38.79]As I lock a lonely mother in a damp cell,
[01:43.83]As I cover myself in jelly screaming:
[01:46.32]‘DEATH TO THE INFIDELS!’
[01:54.24]They let us in again,
[01:55.65]They took the pill again,
[01:56.07]Me and my freaky friends,
[02:02.82]We’re on the kill again,
[02:30.45]They let us in again,
[02:32.91]They took the pill again,
[02:34.29]Me and my freaky friends,
[02:42.42]We’re on the kill again.

作词 : Thomas Rees
作曲 : Thomas Rees
Working the crowd on some cold hard shoulder,
Grimacing faces and grime,
Hissing and boos turn to loving and laughter,
We’ll have these fools singing party line,
Now I understand that you won’t sympathise well,
With the rush you get from sending all those lives to hell,
With the camo guys looking in my eyes my thighs swell,
Shall we go out there and torch ‘em?
And I say:
‘Hey we might as well!’
They let us in again,
They took the pill again,
Me and my freaky friends,
We’re on the kill again,
Sonic boom,
Inhaling the fumes,
Nothing quite hits just as right, good lord,
As expensive meals, and backhand deals,
And hugging the button at night,
Well you think for one that I would be ashamed, well,
As I put a child on the wrong side of some bomb shell,
As I lock a lonely mother in a damp cell,
As I cover myself in jelly screaming:
‘DEATH TO THE INFIDELS!’
They let us in again,
They took the pill again,
Me and my freaky friends,
We’re on the kill again,
They let us in again,
They took the pill again,
Me and my freaky friends,
We’re on the kill again.