They'll beat you and stab you, They'll pluck out your eyes.
They'll shoot you and choke you, They'll muffle your cries.
They'll rape and they'll pillage, they kill all through and through.
It's the Legion of Lemons and they're after you.
They'll hunt you down to the ends of the Earth.
They'll take advantage of you for all that your worth.
They bite and they pinch, and hiding will fail.
It's the Legion of Lemons and they're hot on your trail.
They have guns and knives and claws and fire.
They have chains and whips, even piano wire.
They have weapons so old that they're covered in rust.
It's the Legion of Lemons and soon you'll be dust.
They'll cut you up and throw you in mud,
Then spray you with their own citrusy blood.
Your hour glass is empty, it's time to pay what's due.
It's the Legion of Lemons, and they're right behind you.