Scarlet robes and switch back roads
And briefcases filled with gold;
How many years
And how many tears
Did it take you to plunder that black soul?
Yeah plunder that black soul…
(Meanwhile our boys, they’re dying out East
sent by the god fearing political beasts;
Have they been told, selling they’re souls
Just to bring back that black gold
Yeah to bring back barrels of that thick black gold)
The fully elected fraternity
Rulers of a criminal world,
who stole, and sold,
The soul of democracy;
For a case full of diamonds and pearls;
Yeah replaced it all with diamonds and pearls
(and all the while our boys, they’re still dying out East
sent by god fearing political beasts;
Have they been told, selling they’re souls
Just to bring back that black gold
Yeah gotta secure that thick black gold)
The Lord of avarice,
He’s in Davos again
With the green slime of greed
Rushing through his veins;
But it won’t boil, and he can’t feel
any earthly pain;
No pain no gain -
Yeah just gotta have that bottom line again.
(Meanwhile our boys, they’re dying out East
sent by those god fearing political beasts;
Have they been told, selling they’re souls
Just to bring back that black gold
Yeah to bring back barrels of that inky black gold)
In the empire of avarice the lords are at play
But that’s ok
Cos’ the innocent’ll pay,
Marchin’ to the tune of the puppet master,
Leading us all to further financial disaster;
And the tabloid reading soporific bright eyed masses,
Queue for their free one day passes;
While the pungent whiff
Of atavistic need
Attached to Mandy the dandys’
Gelled back quiff,
Advertise to all, their wanton Lordly greed
(Yeah meanwhile our boys, they’re dying out East
sent by those god fearing political beasts;
Have they been told, selling they’re souls
Just to bring back that black gold
Yeah to bring back barrels of that inky black gold)
The Black Prince has made his triumphal return,
After his lucrative Brussels sojourn;
an obscenity to humanity,
that spun, pilfered and doctored democracy
and rose;
a blemish, an abscess,
spastic with success,
On its wine bloated nose.
(and our boys, yeah they’re dying out East
sent by those damned god fearing political beasts;
Have they been told, selling they’re souls
Just to bring back that black gold
Yeah to bring back barrels of that inky black gold?)
So the dice have been rolled,
Rebellious back benchers they’ve been told
And the wheels of Russian industry sold;
The scene is set
His blackness is ready for one last bet,
With his scarlet robes and switch back roads,
And briefcases filled with gold.
The lordly wheels are in motion,
But You an’ me
We aint got no notion,
We’ll never be told;
Don’t need to be told;
The real price of that inky, thick black gold.
(‘Cos our boys, they’re still dying out East
Our boys
sent by the deceitful, god fearing political beasts;
Damned god fearing political beasts.
Bloodsucking criminals; at the latest top-table feast.
Our boys
They’ll never be told,
Never be told
We’re gonna sell your souls
Yeah sell your souls
Yeah just to bring back that black gold
Bring back that thick black gold
Yeah gotta secure that thick, inky black gold)
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