When the crash course turns around I'll make an infidel in progress Post! No! Post no bills Post! No! Post no bills We'll be dying every day We're tired, reticent and roguish Infiltration underground Death is such a simple sound Plastic seeds under the town Growing into lost and found Post! No! Post no bills Post! No! Post no bills When the crash course turns around I'll make an infidel in progress When the crash course turns around They'll all sit around and watch us Die! Die! Die!