This Routine Is Hell - The Verve Crusade lyrics

Make way for the verve crusade.
Arming the battalion with a mind for a blade.
There's no place, no time for pointless spite.
We've all been down with that same old plague and we're sick of it.
We're not getting any younger and we're not getting any fucking better.
But in the end we're still alive, we're still a threat.
We're just done with throwing bricks, we're using words instead.