Bow down for the midwest blessing Chicago typewriters start to sing The days are long and the feeling sinks We've been here far too long We wash away the dread with even stiffer drinks And when the fire spreads Where will you fucking be? I fucking hope right next to me These buildings that we worship Will become our fucking graves We were born into anger and pain A generation lost to the times This is the timeline that god abandoned This is how we wage war No more war pigs have the power This is a promise and a threat Armored cars and tanks and guns Come to take away our sons but Every man must stand behind The men behind the wire Armored cars Tanks and guns The end of man Soon will come