Incediary Songtext

Incendiary!
Stop, drop, and roll.

It's a molotov cocktail,
it's a racist bomb.
We've got a situation
more like a loaded gun.
Like a spark igniting gasoline,
the writing's on the wall.
Now you know what you gotta do
when you hear the call.

You gotta stop, drop, and roll.
Incendiary!
Stop, drop, and roll.

Secret agents falling,
agents orange and red,
They're using verbal napalm
and breeding more inbred. Religious fires "purify" liars
but they won't come clean,
'cause what they're calling "justice"
should be called obscene.