Hit the Deck - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

Friends hear me well, I have not long to speak

I bear a message for the duped, the trodden upon, the weak

I have walked through the ichor of subterfuge and greed

Meant to mollify the masses’ national identity

A once proud and independent people now lie in shackles

And the Sunday bells no longer toll within

Where the elders lead in sanctimonious sin

They’rе comin’ in, hit the deck!

The grip upon your nеck is a comfort, it tells us when to breathe

And toe-to-toe to the death we’ll fight for what is left

The scraps the bosses leave

But here we go, hear the song, indelible and strong

As one, we struggle to our knees

And through the roar and the din, we’ll prove that we are men

As our sons and daughters bleed

Don’t need your strong mind or strong back, our very lives are forfeit

But can you still call yourself a victim when you’re so complicit

As we wallow hedonistic, complacently abused

Where are the bootstraps our forefathers used

Self-reliance and integrity are notions antiquated

And the Sunday bells no longer toll within

Where the elders lead in sanctimonious sin

They’re comin’ in, hit the deck!

The grip upon your neck is a comfort, it tells us when to breathe

And toe-to-toe to the death we’ll fight for what is left

The scraps the bosses leave

But here we go, hear the song, indelible and strong

As one, we struggle to our knees

And through the roar and the din, we’ll prove that we are men

As our sons and daughters bleed

Woah-oh-oh-oh

They’re comin’ in, hit the deck!

The grip upon your neck is a comfort, it tells us when to breathe

And toe-to-toe to the death we’ll fight for what is left

The scraps the bosses leave

But here we go, hear the song indelible and strong

As one, we struggle to our knees

And through the roar and the din, we’ll prove that we are men

As our sons and daughters bleed

Woah-oh-oh-oh