ruin

we cower below a man 10 feet tall
the magistrate takes a bow
good god damn, how the mighty fall
we're all tied up like puppets now

he tugs on a string
and the rebels all sing his praises
just a flick of the wrist
and we all turn and twist below
he has us on our toes
when he wrinkles his nose
and we all fall down when he lets us go

we're but a picture of ruin now
the magistrate's in a league of his own
good god bless our antichrist now
like romans we rot beneath his throne

he tugs on a string
and the rebels all sing his praises
just a flick of the wrist
and we all turn and twist below
he has us on our toes
when he wrinkles his nose
and we all fall down when he lets us go

i think it's time that we took a stand
and learned to breath our own air
good god damn, we'll reclaim our land
knock the emperor from his own chair

we'll tug on a string
and it's hium who will sing our praises
just a flick of the wrist
the hellfires twist below!
we'll get him on his toes
then we'll tighten the rope
he'll fall down when we let him go!

march 8th, 2008