When we have been reduced to crying out for our food
we will then at last begin to believe in brotherhood.
When we refuse to support the Spy and War Machine
we can then march our politicians to the guillotine.
When we rise up and refuse to endorse doublespeak
we can then devote song to pure and holy lyric.
When we rise up and dance and dance to single malt
we can then kick arse of ev’ry bloody poly-dolt.
O Yes, CEO and general will be swiftly exiled
and with ten thousand joyous boot reviled.
This world a loss and Christmas punted to heaven
and dark mangled earth the romp of clever satan.
But now hungry Darvish reveals pure amber secret:
Sun rises in his glass and the friend bright and discreet.
