George had the role of the spokesman
Script prepared, took a week to write
How their house was an eyesore
Kid was an outlaw, wife was a whore
Who bored the neighbors
Fists were raised, pledges made
Over ten grenades and tins of petrol
George would strike the first match
If they put up a fight
Or pulled down the shutters
Soldiers blue. Shoulders sunburned
See the light dance on their hair
The fair and healthy skin
The shins of metal.
Men of mental discipline
Their favorite word
It's heard in cries, it's heard in whispers,
In the candlelight of ceremonies clandestine where songs are empty
Words are anti-this and anti-that.
The vigilantes tilt their hats to cleaner sheets, greener valleys
Marble queens sing Hallelujah