Lyrics:

This is one thing that...
I was going to wait a while before we talked about
Maybe we'll talk about it now so you can think about it
Because you all,
We all have to make some kind of plans for ourselves
It's a free concert from now on
But the one major thing you have to remember tonight
When you go back up to the woods
To go to sleep or if you stay here
Is that the man next to you is your brother
And you damn well better treat each other that way
Because if you don't then we blow the whole thing
But we've got it right there...

Flinch, you'll get a fucking gun-butt to your gut
Flinch, you'll get a fucking gun-butt to your gut
Flinch, you'll get a fucking gun-butt to your gut
Flinch, you'll get a fucking gun-butt to your gut
What's that Spell? What's that Spell?
What's that Spell? What's that Spell? What's that Spell?
Flinch, you'll get a fucking gun-butt to your gut
Flinch, you'll get a fucking gun-butt to your gut
Flinch, you'll get a fucking gun-butt to your gut
Flinch, you'll get a fucking gun-butt to your gut
What's that Spell? What's that Spell?
What's that Spell? What's that Spell? What's that Spell?
Flinch, you'll get a fucking gun-butt to your gut
Flinch, you'll get a fucking gun-butt to your gut
Flinch, you'll get a fucking gun-butt to your gut
Flinch, you'll get a fucking gun-butt to your gut