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The Lords and Ladies pass a ruling |
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The sons and girls go hand in hand |
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From good stock and the best breeding |
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Paid for by the servile class |
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Who have been told or lie in state |
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To bow down forth and face their fate |
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Oh it's easy so so easy |
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All righteousness they build thy arrow |
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To shoot it straight into their lies |
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Who would expect the mighty sparrow |
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Could rid our world of all their kind |
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Rising up and taking back |
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The property of every man |
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It's so easy so so easy |
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Rising up to break this thing |
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From family trees the Dukes do swing |
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Just one blow to scratch the itch |
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The laws made for 'em by the rich |
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It would be easy so so easy |
