There is a company commander
Smoking old dope
He would like to make you sick
Make your skin crawl

We'll see you in the morning
And we'll smell him all night
Don't you love it, don't you love it?
And don't you love it tonight?
You're killing the constables
Every night

Dragging out the modules
Freedom in the darkness
Sincere, sincere, sincere
Who'd have ever thought it was sincere?

And their company commander
He is smoking old dope
Trying to be different
It's all in his head

Give him, give him all he wants
Give him, give him everything
Give him, give him all he wants

The right wingers burning their libraries down
Giving us the benefits and the doubt
Where did we lose of control of things?
Was it Sunday when the circus came to town?