Eyebrow Of The Cobra

Introducing the new code of honor
 It's black and white
 Question muted by the gun in your mouth
 Principles standardized
 You disarm yourself- when you pointed the gun
 Turn it back at yourself- it's the only possibly outcome
 Yes, sir! Is the catchphrase of the year
 We've taken backseats, let them steer
 And the anchorman informs, these are the wages of sin
 Yeah, it's glory bombing
 The snake's uncoiled itself, now it's spitting venom
 Its violent serum
 Hate preachers, newspapers, Pennsylvania pick up truck
 They've got you hooked
 You disarmed yourself- when you shot your gun
 An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth but only half a truth
 Yes, sir! It's the anthem of the year
 Hatred contaminated tears
 The anchorman declares, these are the wages of sin
 Yeah, it's glory bombing
 The snakes uncoiled itself, now it's spitting venom
 Violent serum