When the wreckage starts to rust And our structures turn to dust And blow away The hungry will feast on the wall fed one day It all Unravels at the pull of a string You'll find your money don't mean a f**ing thing As gallows creak and rope gently sways Spare parts to feed the strays All the wretchedness that you've caused And the hatred coursing through our veins Will only serve to weaken these chains Displaced, resentful, heart full of hate We can burn your manors down Level your palaces to the f**ing ground Relocate the owners to a shallow grave Beauty pageants as executions Your possessions as retribution Always remember the boot that rested your face With blessed severed fingers and hollow eyes