A father brought the son to see the show How an axe would rise and fall How the chopped head would roll Exultant joyous faces scream for more
This is all what they need this is all what they want They're angry to the world they're envy of it all Their ugly souls are balmed as someone fall
We are the working power we never ask for much Our king always keeps us happy gives us some bread and blood Life can be long and boring so we have to have some laugh Watching how someone's dying is tragic but still it's fun
Hung drawn quartered bodies all around Screams of pain sounding loud Triumphing shouts of the crowd Now the folk is wholly satisfied This is all they desire this is what they admire Today it's over now tomorrow will be more And all this trash will gather here once more