Eyebrow Of The Cobra Lyrics - Singles - The Honor System

Introducing the new code of honor 

It's black and white 

Question muted by the gun in your mouth 

Principles standardized 

You disarm yourself- when you pointed the gun 

Turn it back at yourself- it's the only possibly outcome 

Yes, sir! Is the catchphrase of the year 

We've taken backseats, let them steer 

And the anchorman informs, these are the wages of sin 

Yeah, it's glory bombing 

The snake's uncoiled itself, now it's spitting venom 

Its violent serum 

Hate preachers, newspapers, Pennsylvania pick up truck 

They've got you hooked 

You disarmed yourself- when you shot your gun 

An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth but only half a truth 

Yes, sir! It's the anthem of the year 

Hatred contaminated tears 

The anchorman declares, these are the wages of sin 

Yeah, it's glory bombing 

The snakes uncoiled itself, now it's spitting venom 

Violent serum