Roger Clyne & The Peacemakers - Sic Semper Tyrranis lyrics

now all the gods have fled our noble king king is dead and simply greed is spread across the land every tears been shed every vains been shed and but a few crumbs of bread fall fall from the pan the fates will sigh alas as if the die is cast if we don't pull our heads out of the sand ain't askin' for no dough bro money honey marzapan lend us your hand its time to stick it to the man