The factorynYou're ready to strikenThe factory is gonna catch firenGot the gasoline and the match to lightnGot the stains on your clothes from last night's fightnBack door is shutnYou pick the locknPages in a pile as they take the shotnSmoking gunsnPistols cockednAlways ready to killnReady to stopnAnyone who disagrees with a crooked plotnThe crooked copsnSirens offnThey bust the doornYour pour the gasoline onnPages in your handnThey shoot your armnSecond bullet hitsnBut you still respondnYou strike the matchnYour pulse is gonennIf nobody sees younNo one will knownSave for the priest in the confessionalnThe mind moves fast but the body moves slownNo time to waste cause the cops might shownRipping out the pages of the Bible you stolenHide them in a bag with the chemicalnCourage, mannYou're a proffesionalnNo one was seennNo potential threatsnYou run to the storenGot some matches to getn50p is downnYour hands are wetnYou're nervous now, mannYou're starting to sweatnFace is so whitenYou can't forgetnThey kill anyone who tries to start itnAlmost therenYou see the darkened silhouette of...nnThe factorynYou're ready to strikenThe factory is gonna catch firenGot the gasoline and the match to lightnGot the stains on your clothes from last night's fightnBack door is shutnYou pick the locknPages in a pile as they take the shotnGet the pages outnGet the pages outnLight the pages now