Sword and Cape Shit (reloaded)
Now see I’m just a common placer, somewhat of model neighbor
Rocking historic memorabilia dotted upon my blazer
Coming from a lineage of dominion dominators
Imperium on the sea and delirium on your sailors
No longer willing to live in this bomb crater
Once our men were singing songs and building their bonds greater
Congregating in pavilions, cheering on commentators
And attributing all our problems to common denominators
Now these suckers are bloodthirsty, judging the unworthy
We’re permanently under the thumb of their hung jury
Once upon a time, we were coming in number one
But things are coming undone, and it's starting to concern me
Coming flooding from under their trap doors
These cunning rats snuck in the back while the cat snored
Running rampant, gnawing at hundreds of tattered laws
And now our Motherland’s becoming no more than a crack whore, and that’s all
Their tavern spies fraternise with average guys
And analyse for plans to rise against the palace tribes
Well here’s a battle cry, challenging their pack of lies
Rallying atomised radicals while the cattle fry
This is sword and cape shit, warn your snake pit
My dawn raiders came to storm your gate tips
Taking lawns and swarming estate bricks
Placing fake lords on our ball and chain lists
Caucasians all on the same tip
Unbreakable bonds as strong as chain links
Claiming this modern age stinks
And saving out nations from foreign agents
Emasculated males are smashing their latex women
Plastic masturbators and cats are replacing children
Propaganda aimed at tragically paid minions
Slashing their genitalia with backing from state millions
Immigration advocates padded with gated living
Are safe from grenade attacks and passenger train killings
Amassing status symbols in mansions of lavish trimmings
Hanging classical paintings of trafficked and traded siblings
A tooth and jowl industry saddled up with foul joys
Straddling the symmetry of Indians and cowboys
From padded anonymity, a ministry of crowd ploys
In a vile symphony, with a polyphony of couch toys
But now it’s popping off, you're not stopping our ground crews
Until we've found the scoundrels that’ve stolen our crown jewels
Their ruling councils drown us in ground rules
With cruel clowns hounding all our town's schools
We’re taking ports and waging worlds of war craft
On sorcerers changing girls into whores for broadcast
We’re making tables fold and breaking jaws like door glass
For baiting all our forefathers into taking forced draft
We’re storm chasers leaving trails of torn treaties
Laying waste to save our forlorn species
All traitors pay for breaking their sworn fealty
And evil races are made to forsaken their horned deities
