Trained by blaring bells Pushing paper schoolHad a better time playing who’s the fool. Tempted to fate, Loaded All the time Debased and eyeing the bully pulpit Set to do the crimeAll right It's nice to find A tactical place A vicious boiling pot Some anonymous hate All right Dear old Sam I am a ringer Set to come undone And I could point a finger But I'd rather point a gun Give me hell, give me pay It’s an institution, institutional holiday I'm going to get some blood on my hands I’m going to get some blood on my hands Dear old Sam I a ringer Set to come undone And I could point a finger But I’d rather point a gun (Drawn over lines breeding with crime.)