An Empty Hand (Can Still Clench a Fist)

Behold of what we have become Mere slaves of those who rule as one Are we, who labour for those few Too dumb to notice that we're screwed? An army's worth of serfs and paupers Heed the clarion call towards all future's lies Or just mere sheep, being led to slaughter? In towers we built from marbled stones The Trumppets blaring the call to demise They feast on our own flesh and bones For the sick and the weak, nought's left but ire We've got no bread to eat and the cake's also spent For those who're spent, there are more to hire Euthanasia of unworthy life's their gist We're condemned men, the Final Solution's our end Those too fragile and poor got no right to exist Reinstate the National Razor's blade And lead them to deserved fate! Join us now in the paupers jig And turn against those swollen pigs Stand up to those who told us lies And led us blind to our demise Who said, obedience makes us rich If we just vote in fevered pitch Who made their fortunes on our backs And left us with a bunch of rags Corruption grown like a putrid boil Fed by our labour and our toil Whilst we grew miserable and sour Deprived of rights, deprived of power So here we stand with an empty hand Our feet are sore, our backs are bent But we are legion, let's resist An empty hand can still clench a fist! So here we stand with an empty hand Our feet are sore, our backs are bent But we are legion, let's resist An empty hand can still clench a fist! Behold of what we have become Those been cast out now stand as one And finally, the chosen few Begin to notice that they're screwed The forests fall, the oceans dried They're exploiting the earth with our shovels and picks For Mammon's sake, science is denied Whilst humble folk's condemned to rot Our mother's got gangbanged by the worlds biggest dicks They claim they serve the will of God But the meatshields now block the elite's path Just like Spartacus' slaves crushed the armies of Rome For one of them there are scores of us A bloodied rag, our flag shall be We shall feed them their food-stamps and ransack their homes Spells doom to their hypocrisy Put an end to all their lies And hang 'em high on their own ties! Join us now in the paupers jig And turn against those swollen pigs Stand up to those who told us lies And led us blind to our demise So here we stand with an empty hand Our feet are sore, our backs are bent But we are legion, let's resist An empty hand can still clench a fist! So here we stand with an empty hand Our feet are sore, our backs are bent But we are legion, let's resist An empty hand can still clench a fist!