Straight-backed and rigid in pride
I keep my country clean
To send the filth from sight to hide
No mean is too mean, and I mean it
State-backed and true and tried
I'll make you be pristine
I'd not dare where you shall bide
To see what you see and demean it
It's fifty eight, confess and sue
Or drag your family down too
With the ten that is coming for you
Crushed and punished
Pissed on and beat down
We'll wreck your will
Left still, living yet killed
No more! To no avail
No more! Swept away
Acclaim accompanies the farce
While curtains reek of rotting
Tomorrow still remains in dark by which
Arrests are being plotted
