Lisp Service

Trouble isn't my middle name

Left in peace would make my day

You started the fire, not me

Camouflaged in mystery

Plundering, murdering

Raiding coast to coast -

Good old days of gore

And now you tell me

I should learn to deal with you all

Bow to you and praise the Lords

For everything, everything

You won for us

After all that was before

There weren't no Amnesty International

Nobody to check you

Don't give me that "polis"

That "rule of law"