Pounding the world
Like a battering ram
Forging the furnace
For the final grand slam
Chopping away at the source
Soon the course will be done
Leaving a trail of [bad word] That's second to none
Hammering anvils
Screaming muscle and might
Shattering blows
Crashing brow beating fight
Fast devastating and
Desolating the curse
Blasting the cannons of [bad word] through each man
Of this earth
Wielding the [bad word] the one culmination
That's always seemed
Certain to bring down
The curtain on greed
Sifting the good from the bad
It's the age for the rage for the
Dogs which must fall to the just
And be free
Now grate for the vandals
Who trampled and sampled
Till this place's conditioned
Brought forth demolition to war
The slipping and sliding
Corrosive subsiding
That withered and vained
Till the world seemed all drained
Fills the bay