P.O.S. - Fire In The Hole / Arrow To The Action

I'm building my house
Out of time, out of place
Out of step, out of phase
Get out of the way
Or line up, or give a hand
No plan, just guts
No command
We just understand
The jig's up
We grew up on songs and held on to the ideals of our idols
It's hard to not feel tricked
It's hard not to feel a bit of resentment at their penchant for bullshit
An impulse prescription, obsession, placed on pure waste
Expulsion from that (whatever your crap)
Repression ain't a language I can learn
Out of here fast
And not a single bridge I wouldn't burn
Never come back
Or hesitate to make a table turn
Try to keep up
The burn to the urn
We earn every inch
Return ready to kick it
Concerned with how we're getting it
Take it and splitting it
Giving it back

Let's shake the pavement
Yeah, big stomp
Get their hands up
All out, right now, go
Let's take the basements
Uh-huh, bolt-cutter in the trunk
Bolt Thrower in the tape deck, what
Let's race the vacant
Yeah, let's win, let's bet it all
Yes, tell them off, tell them all
No need to fake it
We see right through
We see right through...

Fuck that distraction
Following my arrow to the action
Double-pump nitrate stabbing
Smashing, grabbing
Handling the masses and laughing
They passive -- I'm past it
Let's leave them shaking
Easy as an earthquake
See if they can reason with the murder rate
Fright like treason was a birth right
First for the worst
For the constantly first place
Get them

Let's shake the pavement
C'mon big stomp
Hands up
All out, right now, let's go
Let's take the basements
Uh-huh, bolt-cutter in the trunk
Bolt Thrower in the tape deck, c'mon
No hesitation, yeah
Heavy disobedience
Ease up off the median and do you
No need to fake it
We see right through
We see right through...