[Verse 1]
Crank that siren high
Drain the wellspring dry
Map out your coordinates
Send out scouts by day
Dole out mercenary pay
For restless young subordinates
It never hurts to give thanks to the local gods
You never know who might be hungry
It never hurts to scan the windows on the upper floor
I saw a face there once before when I was younger

[Verse 2]
Set the torch aflame
Call the night by name
Stake out your dark position
Lie in wait
By the gleaming city gate
Try not to lose sight of thе mission
It never hurts to give thanks to thе broken bones
You had to use to build your ladder

[Verse 3]
Moment close at hand
Half of you will never understand
And it doesn't really matter
Big smile on my face
Capsule just in case
Underneath my tongue there
Voices on the breeze
I heard voices once like these when I was younger
[Bridge]
Blood rushing to my face
I know that sweet warm taste
And the bitter trace

[Verse 4]
Storm right down that hill
If I don't, no one will
Follow me right through the chaos
This whole house is doomed
Even the bit-parts get consumed
Prepare a grave for Menelaus
It never hurts to give thanks to the navigator
Even when he's spitting out random numbers
I knew what those figures meant
And what they hoped to represent
When I was younger

[Saxophone Solo]

[Outro]
Ready? Play some of that Mountain Goats music? Wanna play that one about the wrestler guy, decides to hurt people for his own pleasure and satisfaction, y'know, instead of being nice to pleople? What's that song called, Matt?