LYRIC



Under siege in my hometown
Soldiers all around the block
Never dreamed this would go down
I was going to wash the car today

Hark the sound of heavy boots
Running up the street
Evil drums, fifes and flutes
Playing to the beat

Call out the guard and call out cops
Cul-de-sac attack!
Call out the moms, call out the pops
Cul-de-sac attack!

Taking fire from my front lawn
Enemies in the trees and shrubs
Who’d a thought this hell would dawn
I was going to barbeque today

Hark the sound of heavy boots
Running up the street
Evil drums, fifes and flutes
Playing to the beat

Call out the guard and call out cops
Cul-de-sac attack!
Call out the moms, call out the pops
Cul-de-sac attack!

Oh, what a lovely neighborhood
Maple trees and singing birds
Oh, what a friendly cul-de-sac
First generation, seconds, and thirds

How could this ever happen here
Mortar fire and searing guns
Oh, what foresight did we lack
But for the gypsies, gurus, and nuns

Call out the guard and call out cops
Cul-de-sac attack!
Call out the moms, call out the pops
Cul-de-sac attack!

Cul-de-sac attack!
Cul-de-sac attack!
Cul-de-sac attack!
Cul-de-sac attack!

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