why are we doing this
what’s in it for us
the captain’s lost his mind
first duty is not his prime
we have mutiny on the line
pull out, pull out
tournament war
close down the doors
lock away the key
framers are dissappointed
rolling in their graves
no more the land of the free
lock down, lock down
tourniquet war
moral crusader
a nation divided
what’s left to come?
When your daily commute
is impeded by greed
fight back, fight back
tournament war