Not sure what I did with it
Could someone help me find the BIC
Could be mine or could be yours
We need something to light this torch

We already have the mob
Angry bunch of sorry sods
Saddle the horses, grab the reigns
Riding out to place the blame

Playing off of the town's fears
Whispering into their ears
Our own version of the truth
What you don't know will not hurt you

Don our hats, the men in white
At least we are in our own eyes
No one is above the law
Unless it is us of course