Crush 'em

Send in the goon sqaud It's getting out of hand They're marching all over Our Promised land They've got dogs on bits of rope And bits of rope for hair I've seen them on the corner Drinking flat cider They're raved out right on fortunate sons a hooligan element spoils it for the genious ones You've gotta Crush Em, Crush Em, Crush Em like ants, You've gotta crush em like ants So wheres your home now And wheres your pride You've liberated nothing But we're still on your side David meets goliath For another round Black flags are flying Theres bodies on the ground They're raved out right on fortunate sons