Militant babies came to me 

And tole me "Don't be afraid to try" 

Phenomenal stuntkids in the street 

Popping out of the black ghost pie (it pleases the chef) 

Fearless ones-cracked up Jack and Jill 

They're down there in the bunker still 

You look like a sniper anyway 

I'm not behind the fighter jet 

I'd much rather back a simple girl 

I've seen your plan and it's all wet 

A noseload of prophecies coming to me 

Caught in the trap where bravery steps 

A wounded mercenary bleeds 

In the hall of fantastically fine things 

Where the path of glory leads 

Lately I think it's grown too hard 

Coming up with the winning card 

But who's gonna beat them in their own backyard 

                (A motion to remove the entire staff. 

                Don't forget the double crossing crew)