Like It Too Much

In nights of old, they lie in the roads
Off with their heads, and always lead opinion polls

Going in and out of, another state of, try not to be obvious, with the ringside seats

In uniforms, of green and gold
Like crocodiles they march in files of unison

Going in and out of, another state of, try not to be obvious, with the ringside seats
Going in and out of, another state of, try not to be obvious, you get the first one free

I like it too much, I like it too much