Текст песни
It's hunting season on us again
And once again there's no one to trust
The greenhorn guards want to catch us
Without even a fraction of our background
Trembling before us and with a hypocrite's leadership
Today, they'll come looking for us
We'll give them a merry vigil
We'll have fun to match our reputation
We'll make them hiccup with fear
We'll lead them by the nose like kittens
The lucky one will make it to the morning alive
Wanted glory, we'll give you a fight
We'll defend our priorities!
