The Mechanisms

We’ll murder all the lunar men with fury heaven-sent
And carpet Lenny’s tunnels with the rounds that we have spent
They’ve tried to break our firm resolve but haven’t made a dent
And their blood will run like wine!

Take no prisoners, give no quarter,
Show them all the colour of their entrails on the floor
The Kaiser’s men are cattle to the slaughter
And their blood will run like wine!

We’ll suck the ragged eyeballs from the sockets of their skulls
Their existence is a mad disease, there needs to be a cull
Upon their rancid soldier-flesh our bayonets will dull
And their blood will run like wine!

Take no prisoners, give no quarter,
Show them all the colour of their entrails on the floor
The Kaiser’s men are cattle to the slaughter
And their blood will run like wine!

All together now –

Take no prisoners, give no quarter,
Show them all the colour of their entrails on the floor
The Kaiser’s men are cattle to the slaughter
And their blood will run like wine!