When the wreckage starts to rust And our structures turn to dust And blow away The hungry will feast on the wall fed one day It all Unravels at the pull of a string You'll find your money don't mean a fucking thing As gallows creak and rope gently sways
Spare parts to feed the strays
All the wretchedness that you've caused And the hatred coursing through our veins Will only serve to weaken these chains
Displaced, resentful, heart full of hate
We can burn your manors down Level your palaces to the fucking ground Relocate the owners to a shallow grave Beauty pageants as executions your possessions as retribution Always remember the boot that rested your face
