Letra Here comes his lordship Plebs

Here comes his lordship

support the first your shitty pride’s used for that
the poor must be poor the powerful are gods
sell your obedience and buy their liking
you don’t need lessons you’re able enough

here comes his lordship here comes the only bad
he has got puppets he holds by the head
I don’t wish you to die ’cause I’m a pacifist
I would burn you fascist I would make you meat

whistle when you’ll have another mind
( instead you’re keepin’ on leavin’it behind )
I bet you will never pay any price
( we get on well together like cats and mice )
your excess can only coincide with our lack
( your face can only coincide with our back )
I will fight until you reach your rack
( help yourself or remain on the wrong tack )
capitalism is a fucking freak
somewhere else doesn’t exist the power that you seek
somewhere else you’ll be just pork
and the pigs will be just lords
but I know they will refuse this task

hierarchy must die if it will not I want to be the last
I don’t know if you’ll cry off I don’t know if you’ll lock
you call “ Republic ” the people you control
’til your subjects exist you’re like “ milk with mint ”

Lord we curtsey to you (lick with care his shoes)