| Lyric | Song |
| We'll douse ourselves in high explosive light | |
| Ill-housed and ill-advised | |
| Hip hip hooray for me | |
| From the earth to the morgue | |
| Tell me I'm a bad man | |
| This planet's ours to defend | |
| And all the cyanide you drank | |
| Send you roses when they think you need to smile | |
| But does anyone care | |
| It's death or victory | |
| So go on live your life | |
| When we were young | |
| The punchline to the joke is asking 'someone save us' | |
| I'm not here to pay a compliment or sing about the government | |
| And in this pool of blood | |
| I'm just a man, I'm not a hero | |
| By streetlight, this dark night | |
| But tonight we'd sell our skins to meet you | |
| Hold your heart into the darkness | |
| But I'd like to learn your name | |
| A light to burn all the empires | |