Lyrics: Lower Class Brats. New Seditionaries.

HA

This one goes out to the soldiers
You know who you are
And to all the prostitutes
Standing outside the bar
This one goes out to the dykes
You know we love the girls
And this one goes out to the punks
We rule the fucking world

How will we know where we're going
When we're not sure where we've been
How many crimes can we commit
Before we have sinned?

HA HA HA HA HA

This one goes out to the soldiers
You know who you are
And to all the prostitutes
Standing outside the bar
This one goes out to the dykes
You know we love the girls
And this one goes out to the punks
We rule the fucking world

How will we know where we're going
When we're not sure where we've been
How many crimes can we commit
Before we have sinned?


HA HA HA HA HA

This one goes out to the soldiers
And to all the prostitutes
This one goes out to the dykes
And this one goes out to the punks
We rule the fucking world

How will we know where we're going
When we're not sure where we've been
How many crimes can we commit
Before we have sinned?

How will we know where we're going
When we're not sure where we've been
How many crimes can we commit
Before we have sinned?

We're the new seditionaries
We're the new seditionaries
We're the new seditionaries
We're the new seditionaries
We're the new seditionaries
We're the new seditionaries
We're the new seditionaries
We're the new seditionaries HA