[PLEASE NOTE THAT BANDCAMP DOES NOT PRESERVE ALL TEXT FORMATTING. These lyrics look better in the CD sleeve.]
Woe betide those lacking a flag to bear
as leagues of zombies trundle on without care.
Lady bejewelled, we’re ruled and accept meagre gruel,
you take the lion’s share.
Suffering ignoble turns of fate, reprobate populace,
enamoured by a savoured romance…red, white and blue trance…
This sits ill with me, for what is your creed but a dynastic blind hegemony?
Decadence is rife among your ilk,
quilted silk reputations
falling gently on regal hide
that no-one dare chide.
Does an ancient institution that’s founded on the principle of power
warrant any credence amongst the burghers dwelling far beneath their tower?
Strife, as we clamber for life, disparities rife…
‘Mon’ is the prefix, but you're not the one for me;
‘arc’ is the suffix to your dreary narrative.
Vile plutocracy! Glib orthodoxy! DEATH TO DYNASTY!
Preach austerity from atop your steed,
but your garden’s plush and we have but weeds!
A phalanx of planks flanks the Thames;
the festooned buffoons applaud the hoarded gems
while the boastful hosts wave their gilded hems,
marking the starkest of ‘usses’ and ‘thems’…
This anachronistic embarrassment
shouldn’t be enthroned but be overthrown;
otherwise there’s nothing to celebrate.
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In 2019, I was in Salisbury and attended the Alphabet Business Convention without knowing any artist. Lost Crowns was my favourite band that played there. Pablo P.