Madness in the nightshade
A nation left to rot
A shit caked poisonous nightmare
The land that truth forgot
Our bodies torn from battle
Minds scarred from the news
Freedom in a handshake
Choking on the noose
Bombs, bricks and bullets
Bombs, bricks and bullets
Bombs, bricks and bullets
The spirit is alive and well
When valiant men are cornered
When life seems in despair
Defense of women and children
Becomes your cross to bear
So when the riders of freedom
Come riding through your town
Pick up thy battleaxe swiftly
And put them in the ground
Bombs, bricks and bullets
Bombs, bricks and bullets
Bombs, bricks and bullets
The spirit is alive and well
Bombs, bricks and bullets
Bombs, bricks and bullets
Bombs, bricks and bullets
The spirit is alive and well