Call an army, bring your brothers
All you heathens gonna get released, yeah
Get your tongue wet, find your own way
Don't let them take you down and out
All right, feels good
I was born a liar, became an angel
I left my fire in your mean machine
Get your tongue wet, find your own way
Don't let them take you down and out
All right, feels good
You've got to
Tell your coppers, lay down their weapons
I'm gonna put out your violent desire
Get your tongue wet, find your own way
Don't let them take you down and out
All right, feels good
Your fear and your hurt
Let down your fear, ooh yeah
Get your tongue wet, find your own way
Don't let them take you in their mind machine
All right, feels good
You got your blood and fire
All your big lies and your eyes wide
All right, feels good
All you dancin' fools I'm gonna build a fire
Don't let 'em take you
I am a pagan
Writer(s): John Clinton Walsh, Todd Michael Morse, Juliette Lake Lewis, Paul Aloysious Ill, Patty Schemel
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