Вершы: Bombs Over Providence. Shake Your Body Politic. The Grand Preamble (Annie Get Your Gun, Mask, Ductape And Some Matches).

I'm calling all intellectuals and other traitors;
Rousers of the rabble and the instigators
Get your war on and curry favour to United States of the state of nature.
Rest on cliches weather-beaten, we've arrived having already eaten.
Sing aloud, my choir of Heathens: we are not coming home tonight!