Green Gang

Drowning in dog stew and strangled in vine

Blister wine burns the inside

They flew in a line over poppy fields

They'd drop and they'd blast their supply

On demand

They persist

They pervert

They demand:

RED alert!

And green burns to yellow, to orange, to dirt covered

Baby bones in powder piles, mile after mile

And a line is a dime

A slaughter's a quarter

Yes, the Green God's immortal

Whispers "Peace in our time."

RED alert!

Here come the Green Gang

Here come the Green Gang

Here come the Green Gang

Here come the Green Gang

Here come the Green Gang

Here come the Green Gang

Here come the Green Gang

Here come the Green Gang

Here come the Green Gang

Here come the Green Gang

Here come the Green Gang

Here come the Green Gang, ohhh!