Call the legion in tonight, with their impoverished ways
Takes a forty hour fight to get us out of this place.
The tricksters, hypocrites, and fakes - condemned and censored this way
Takes an Anchorage night to get us out of this place.
The gavel drops.
The chatter stops.
Let the man have his say.
The gavel drops.
The chatter stops now.
Cautious citizens await with their questions in hand
Decry the guilty one his fate, so unimpressive he stands.
Unveil the matches, gasoline!
Commence to violent ways
The hallway leads us in between.
We're getting out of this place.
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