Drowning in dog stew and strangled in vine
Blister wine burns the inside
They flew in a line over poppy fields
They'd drop and they'd blast their supply
On demand! They persist
They pervert. They command:
"RED alert." And green burns to yellow
To orange, to dirt covered baby bones in powder piles
Mile after mile
And a line costs a dime
A slaughter's a quarter
Yes, the Green God's immortal, whispers "Peace in our time."
RED alert! Here come the Green Gang