Militant babies came to me    And tole me "Don't be afraid to try"    Phenomenal stuntkids in the street    Popping out of the black ghost pie (it pleases the chef)    Fearless ones-cracked up Jack and Jill    They're down there in the bunker still    You look like a sniper anyway    I'm not behind the fighter jet    I'd much rather back a simple girl    I've seen your plan and it's all wet    A noseload of prophecies coming to me    Caught in the trap where bravery steps    A wounded mercenary bleeds    In the hall of fantastically fine things    Where the path of glory leads    Lately I think it's grown too hard    Coming up with the winning card    But who's gonna beat them in their own backyard