We will bring a close to your supremecy, Put an end to you illegitimate power. You are a thorn in the side of the honest, A blight on the lives of the good. Moral outrage is again betrayed By the comfort of calm. Filth, filth, filth will be the cry; So that you are dehumanised!
Every time you turned your guns on civil rights, Every time you told a rape victim she lied, Every single pig, every single time, Is the guardian of privilege, And an enemy of mine.
For some of you we'll just blame the system, Some of you will be given a chance, But once this nightmare is over You'll no longer be able to blame circumstance.