We’ll suck the last drop dry, watch as you fall and cry Our whole reason’s set to bring you down Don’t bother asking why One last look at the sky Now we’re going to bring you down
(Oh darling, just think if it weren’t for the blacks and the Irish and the working classes we could be together for always Pure and Anglo-Saxon)
Now we’re sick of all your lies, your scene in all the right places and your kingdom we despise We’ll take you down and leave no traces
So low – so … So low – so …
(Pure and Anglo-Saxon)
You really thought you had us beat, thought you saw defeat in our faces and now you watch us running free rising up to take back our own places
So low – so … So low – so …
Don’t ever think that what you had is yours to keep, accept defeat You’ll never beat the ones you tried to kill by choking their culture And as we’re making our own worlds we see your empire fall and burn, slowly turn Inside your gut the worm has finally turned