Lyrics:

George had the role of the spokesman
Script prepared - took a week to write...
How their house was an eyesore
Kid was an outlaw
Wife was a whore
Who bored the neighbours
Fists were raised
Pledges made
Over ten grenades and tins of petrol
George would strike the first match
If they put up a fight
Or pulled down the shutters
Soldiers blue
Shoulders sunburned -
See the light
Dance on their hair
The fair and healthy skin
The shins of metal
Men of mental discipline
(their favourite word)
It's heard in cries, it's heard in whispers
In the candlelight of ceremonies clandestine
Where songs are empty
Words are anti-this, anti-that
The vigilantes tilt their hats to cleaner sheets
Greener valleys
Marble queens sing Halleluiah
Spewing out the trash in the name of the Lord
(?) smash in the name of the Lord
Trash in the name of the Lord
Trash in the name of the Lord

Brave vigilantes
Brave vigilantes
Brave vigilantes
Brave vigilantes
Brave vigilantes
Brave vigilantes