Listen up, action man Set controls for the heart of the land Tell them all, it is time You're the next in the chain of command Apparition, direct the course for collision Suspicion, for the Reich to come to fruition In the twenties, we'll be singing in a rain of pennies In the twenties, we'll be soaring in the skies of babies In the twenties, we'll be smooching at the feet of the ruler In the twenties, we'll be grinding in a pile of munna Listen up, you motherfuckers Those Ivy League dopes, they wanna mock us Tell them all, this is war And not fighting a war is for suckers Assassinate, gather the tools to disintegrate Hate, reaping the seeds as I reprobate I'm number one, you're number two You've got a lot of God's work to do In the twenties, we'll be singing in a rain of pennies In the twenties, we'll be soaring in the skies of babies In the twenties, we'll be taking no *** from those shoolahs In the twenties, we'll be grabbing them all by the hoo-ha In the twenties, we'll be dancing in the fields of freedom In the twenties, we'll be crushing the laws cause we don't need them In the twenties, in the twenties All the way to the thirties All the way to the thirties In the twenties, we'll be singing in a rain of pennies In the twenties, we'll be soaring in the skies of babies In the twenties, we'll be smoking at the feet of the ruler In the twenties, we'll be grinding in a pile of munna In the twenties, we'll be soaring in the skies of babies In the twenties, we'll be crushing the laws cause we don't need them In the twenties, we'll be smoking at the feet of the ruler In the twenties, we'll be grinding in a pile of munna In the twenties, we'll be smoking at the feet of the ruler