young republicans

in every generation

there are those who just don't fit in

we never asked to be this way

born without souls or blood or skin

we're young republicans

the doors are locked

the curtains drawn

our silken gloves and bonnets on

you cannot pass

you've no appetite

to taste the burning flesh of

a supreme joy no doubt at all

we lift our heads

we lift our heads

and see the world is burning

in every neat and tidy town

we can't help feel we've been let down

we never asked to be this way

no spines

no tongues

no fingerprints

we're young republicans

the doors are locked and the blinds are drawn

our lamb-skin gloves and bonnets on

you can't pass

this is just for us

to taste the burning flesh of men

the greatest joy there's ever been

we lift our heads

we lift our heads

and see the world is burning

the doors are locked

the curtains drawn

our silken gloves and bonnets on

you cannot pass

this is all for us

the doors are locked

the lines are drawn

our calfskin gloves and bonnets on

you can't pass

you've no appetite

to taste the burning flesh of men

the greatest joy there's ever been

we lift our heads

we lift our heads

at last

the world is burning