In the Land of the Hoard
Wave the flag in one hand
Try to fleece all that stands
Pick pocket use the other
Bandits are never your brothers
Be wise to the noise
Haughty cruel men
Grease their toys
Modern times modern ways
Not ghosts of bygone days
Oh no...
Brainwashed eagles do their duty
With their ways flies no beauty
Kill the innocent for a rush
The blackest acts cause no blush
Zoom... Boom...
Which side are you on
From whom do you take your score
On which side were you born
In the land of the hoard
Say brother, can you spare a quarter
They don't just contemplate
Doesn't matter seals your fate
They live for the perfect crime
Anything to steal a dime
Oh yeah
Into the valley rode the blind
Good men not hard to find
Clear the mud from your soul
Destroy whats right is their goal
Break it nobody cares
So what they're making
Wicked pisser
Which side are you on
From whom do you take your score
On which side were you born
In the land of the hoard
Most wonderful thing in the world
Is to build not lay down curled
Built by hammer or by hand
All things good will always stand
Keep struggling keep on moving
Boney fingers are always looming
Here comes engulf and devour
So not high brow but full of sour
Which side are you on
From whom do you take your score
On which side were you born
In the land of the hoard
Try to fleece all that stands
Pick pocket use the other
Bandits are never your brothers
Be wise to the noise
Haughty cruel men
Grease their toys
Modern times modern ways
Not ghosts of bygone days
Oh no...
Brainwashed eagles do their duty
With their ways flies no beauty
Kill the innocent for a rush
The blackest acts cause no blush
Zoom... Boom...
Which side are you on
From whom do you take your score
On which side were you born
In the land of the hoard
Say brother, can you spare a quarter
They don't just contemplate
Doesn't matter seals your fate
They live for the perfect crime
Anything to steal a dime
Oh yeah
Into the valley rode the blind
Good men not hard to find
Clear the mud from your soul
Destroy whats right is their goal
Break it nobody cares
So what they're making
Wicked pisser
Which side are you on
From whom do you take your score
On which side were you born
In the land of the hoard
Most wonderful thing in the world
Is to build not lay down curled
Built by hammer or by hand
All things good will always stand
Keep struggling keep on moving
Boney fingers are always looming
Here comes engulf and devour
So not high brow but full of sour
Which side are you on
From whom do you take your score
On which side were you born
In the land of the hoard
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Writer(s): David Burke
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