Trained by blaring bells Pushing paper schoolHad a better 
time playing who's the fool. Tempted to fate, Loaded All 
the time Debased and eyeing the bully pulpit Set to do 
the crimeAll right It's nice to find A tactical place A 
vicious boiling pot Some anonymous hate All right Dear 
old Sam I am a ringer Set to come undone And I could 
give me pay It's an institution, institutional holiday 
I'm going to get some blood on my hands I'm going to get 
some blood on my hands Dear old Sam I a ringer Set to 
come undone And I could point a finger But I'd rather 
point a gun (Drawn over lines breeding with crime.)