I think we did it this time
There’s something in the air inside the star shine
There’s something in the air we’ll never know
I can feel it take hold

Infected

They’re calling on the land lines
The senators are standing on the shorelines
The warning lights are burning all aglow
Now we reap what we sow

Infected

We do it one by one
Put your hands up and run
We’re addicted to the panic
And we hate the way
This world has become
But there ain’t no cure for it
We’ve been infected

Here’s a challenge for all mankind
The preacher man is warning of the end times
The weatherman agrees but he don’t know
So he’s got to go now

One if by land and two if by sea
Maybe it’s both and we’ll all get lucky
Go to the end, man. Don’t quit on me
Get what you wanted

Anarchy