Lyrics:

Last call for the bloodsuckers, heaters, and parasites.
You're been relieved of duty, so let's call it a night.
You'd better sleep tight, and get your head right.
No more backdoor deals, it's not a fair fight.
You're beating plowshares into swords and taking your glad-handing bullshit on tour.
When those promises are broken we'll be scratching at your door,
And who needs D.C. when I’ve got D4?