Lyrics

Inevitably, it's up to me
To judge the evil and the mean
All these provincially unclean
And the yokel philistine

All you beloved cavaliers
Raise up your cutlasses and cheer
Tonight we're going to town
Going to town on the wicked

Indubitably, the world is real
I’ve grown these brazen balls of steel
The oldest demons now will heel
At my all-divine appeal

Hear this war cry loud and large
Raise up your bayonets and charge
Tonight we’re going to town
Going to town on the wicked
(on the wicked)

What has been stripped from me
I will take back for myself.
The oyster’s all for me
I will claim it with no help.
Now all you sinners, you heathens
You scamps and you liars
Leave my path
lest you end up a stain on my boots
oh no!

(Repeat Bridge)