เซอร์ไพรส์สาวทรานส์ H.t.b.

We'll be fighting in the streets, with our ******** at our feet

In the morrows the day worship will be gone

And the men who spurred the song, fit the judgement of all wrong

They decide and the shotgun sings the song

I tip my hat to the new constitution, take a bow for the new revolution