Group think in unison disarray morons looking for Camelot in mob's dive we spoil for mind war but pray lend us our minds in cloudy storms of magical red rains our brains were washed to pristine white
Our masters tell us its a remote affair so show us the moat we will swim float and jump masters says its a revolution we are revved up but spare us the elocution
Some are saying this is mindless but we could not care less though those wenches were careless when they stole from the Moor who was not from the moors in North York
A bright spark said its a vendetta of thieves they cut of his tongue and said his brains had not been washed proper that he was calling a ***** a ***** yet the masters had taken our pitchforks and cudgels away them dumb masters keeps on saying remote remote and then control, control, then, power, power
now if you ask me fellow hicks in unison this really is no time for **** roll neither is it a time to go to the moat, what's it with this re moat then they say its tower, tower in Cromwells' name are we being told to go via the moat for a **** roll in the tower don't blame me they washed my brains a while ago.....
SATIRE.....What's wrong with you, have you lost your sense of humour, When asinine s say they are doing heads in, does that not make you roll on the floor in helpless mirth. Lighten up man, this is serious stuff we're talking about. Though I find it all incredibly hilarious, people hang themselves when they are given this treatment, this is heavy stuff I have you know!