Coming through the mitrailleuse
A Howitzer cannon and a Thompson gun
Oh you're a slovenly bunch
Lousy with sin
You're no better than those altruists
And the eagle scouts you belong
With the haemophiliacs
Out on the front line
Out on the front line
We've got the straw in the wind
To fill your belly with buckshot
It's a minor detail
That we furbished with white-out
You want something concrete
But your city is sinking
It was built on sand
You should have planned ahead
Oh leave it up to the Lindberghs and the Metal Birds
Leave it up to the Lindberghs and the Metal Birds
Leave it up to the Lindberghs and the Metal Birds
Keep your head out of the clouds
Coming down, your victory towers
The sepals to the citadel have been hulled with flames
Oh you've been unveiled
The manifest is writ with dread
And you're no better than those altruists
And eagle scouts you belong
With the convalescents who couldn't make it on the front line
Out on the front line
Out on the front line
We've got the straw in the wind
To fill your belly with buckshot
It's a minor detail
That we furbished with white-out
And you want something concrete
But your city is sinking
It was built on sand
You should have planned ahead
Oh leave it up to the Lindberghs and the Metal Birds
Leave it up to the Lindberghs and the Metal Birds
Leave it up to the Lindberghs and the Metal Birds
And keep, keep, keep, keep your head out of the clouds
A Howitzer cannon and a Thompson gun
Oh you're a slovenly bunch
Lousy with sin
You're no better than those altruists
And the eagle scouts you belong
With the haemophiliacs
Out on the front line
Out on the front line
We've got the straw in the wind
To fill your belly with buckshot
It's a minor detail
That we furbished with white-out
You want something concrete
But your city is sinking
It was built on sand
You should have planned ahead
Oh leave it up to the Lindberghs and the Metal Birds
Leave it up to the Lindberghs and the Metal Birds
Leave it up to the Lindberghs and the Metal Birds
Keep your head out of the clouds
Coming down, your victory towers
The sepals to the citadel have been hulled with flames
Oh you've been unveiled
The manifest is writ with dread
And you're no better than those altruists
And eagle scouts you belong
With the convalescents who couldn't make it on the front line
Out on the front line
Out on the front line
We've got the straw in the wind
To fill your belly with buckshot
It's a minor detail
That we furbished with white-out
And you want something concrete
But your city is sinking
It was built on sand
You should have planned ahead
Oh leave it up to the Lindberghs and the Metal Birds
Leave it up to the Lindberghs and the Metal Birds
Leave it up to the Lindberghs and the Metal Birds
And keep, keep, keep, keep your head out of the clouds