Lyrics:

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!