|CHAPTER 11 There is a weapon called the pen,
2 Which used to be amightier than the sword,
3 Until it ran out of bink,
4 And lost its cpoint,
5 And dretired to an empty life.
6 We found it where you left it,
7 And picked it off the ground.
8 We stropped it to a razor's edge:
9 Now we're armed and making plans.
CHAPTER 21 There is a weapon called ridicule,
2 eWhich once was used to deflate pretense,
3 And haul the absurd to earth.
4 Then the fpretenders made life the fool,
5 And they ridiculed plain gcommon sense,
6 To defend the pose that hearth was absurd,
7 iAnd existence itself the pretense.
8 But that was before,
9 jWhen the laugh was on us,
10 And now the tables are turned.
11 Ridicule is our weapon of choice,
12 kAnd we're laughing out loud in your face.
CHAPTER 31 There is a weapon called passionate faith,
2 Which our lancestors used to forge a life,
||3 Out of deserts and seacoasts and plains,
4 But the fire burned out,
5 mIn a trench in France,
6 And faith became a nbig joke.
7 Then we came along,
8 And found faith in a slum,
9 Still sparking,
10 And shedding some light.
11 Now it's a fire,
12 oA raging flame,
13 That we'll use to burn,
14 You petrified pforest down.
CHAPTER 41 There is a weapon called courage,
2 Which used to ennoble the race,
3 Till courage got qdrowned in a tidal wave,
4 Made of rterrors and strials and ttears.
5 But then there were punks,
6 Who tried mouth-to-mouth,
7 And courage stood up and took stock.
8 We're no longer afraid,
9 Of you or your ubrains,
10 Or the vwisdom that yellowed your back
CHAPTER 51 There is a weapon called frontal attack,
2 Which used to turn mice into wmen,
3 xUntil the day that all men were mice,
4 With ynone left to lead the charge.
5 But then there were rats,
6 Who called themselves punks,