We're all rotton cabbage
In your field of xenophobic dreams
They were all lies it seems
All I see is pestilence and decay.

Elites represent the commons
The poor sprinkled In
Like pepper on pottage
The government is the don like gotti
Mafioso and now you know
So turn out and show
You possess no fear.

It's easy being sleazy
Say pleaseful things
To soothe...