Highway Robbery - Dillinger Escape Plan

You'd never imagine us bringing 
A loaded gun to the ballroom 
This party's about to kick off 
Tonight is the wrong night 
The devil's own are only starting up 
The first round of the fight 
So hang on tight, dear mother 
The needle is jabbing the womb 
Draw back and release 
This child of disease 
This mob is a riot 
The outlaw youth are only 
Emptying the first round of the night 
Cause everything's not alright 
I suppose you thought 
You had our hands behind our backs 
Wool over our eyes 
Now your pulse is in my palm 
And you stand hands to mouth 
Wearing your disguise 
It's pretty apparent this boy is a curse 
The christ of the moment 
So blow him away 
Hey, come on and take the new number 
If you're next in line 
Then kid, I got a really big fucking surprise 
There won't be a next time