Savages

Zorran: What can you expect From filthy little heathens? Their whole disgusting race is like a curse Their skin's a hellish colours They're only good when dead They're vermin, as I said And worse

The other Z stacks: They're savages! Savages!

Zorran: Barely even tugs

The other Z stacks: Savages! Savages!

Zorran: Drive them from our shore! They're not like you and me Which means they must be evil We must sound the barges of war!

The other Z stacks: They're savages! Savages! Dirty colourskins devils! Now we sound the barges of war!

Mr. Happy: This is what we feared The paleface is a demon The only thing they feel at all is greed

Mr. Quiet: Beneath that milky hide There's emptiness inside

The other mr men: I wonder if they even bleed They're savages! Savages! Barely even mr men Savages! Savages!

Mr. Happy: Killers at the core

Mr. Quiet: They're different from us Which means they can't be trusted

Mr. Happy: We must sound the doors of war

The other mr men: They're savages! Savages! First we deal with this one

All: Then we sound the doors of war

The other Z stacks: Savages! Savages!

Zebedee: Let's go kill a few, men!

The other mr men: Savages! Savages!

Zorran: Now it's up to you, other z stacks!

All: Savages! Savages! Barely even tugs and mr men! Now we sound the barges and doors of war!

Zorran: This will be the day ... (Let's go other z stacks!)

Mr. Happy: This will be the morning ... (Bring out the prisoner)

The Z stacks and The mr men: We will see them dying in the dust

Little miss sunshine: I don't know what I can do Still, I know I've got to try

The Z stacks: Now we make 'em pay

Little miss sunshine: Eagle, help my feet to fly

The other mr men: Now without a warning ...

Little miss sunshine: Hill, help my hart be great

The Z stacks and The mr men: Now we leave 'em blood and bone and rust

Little miss sunshine: Birds of the earth and sky ...

The Z stacks and The mr men: It's them or us

Little miss sunshine: Please don't let it bee to late ...

The Z stacks and The mr men: They're just a bunch of Filthy, stinking

The Z stacks: Savages!

The mr men: Savages!

The Z stacks: Demons!

The mr men: Devils!

Zorran: Kill them!

The mr men: Savages!

The Z stacks: Savages!

Zorran: What are we waiting for?

All: Destroy their evil race Until there's not a trace left

Little miss sunshine: How loud are the doors of war

The Z stacks and The mr men: We will sound the barges of war (Savages! Savages!) Now, we sound the doors of war (Savages! Savages!)

Zorran: Now we see what comes Of trying to be chums

The mr men: Now we sound the drums ... of ... war!

The Z stacks: Of course it means the barges ... of ... war!

Little miss sunshine: Is the death of all I love Carried in the bumping barges and banging doors of war?