Wartime

Bison B.C.

So let us stand up, and take a vow 
Rip your heart out and pass it round 
This city, was built by pigs 
And those pigs love their king 
Rise, rise and fall 
The king, fears our call 
The streets, raging red 
A voice, to raise the dead 
Our life has not began 
And death, it brings no end 
Time is running close to the end 
Out of morals to defend 
So draw your sword, and make it sing 
'Cause those pigs love their king 
War... time... war.