They're raising the drawbridge and the portcullis is down,
they're tightening the screws and not only in town
it's happening everywhere, lines are being redrawn,
they treat us as if we're the devil's own spawn,

but we are Arthur's offspring
and he was a good and kindly King.

In these times of the greatest need when there are hundreds of thousands to feed
the greed at the top has to stop.

I call on Merlin to wizard incantations and spells
they called the copshop and the ******* put me in the cells

in the cave up on the mountain where all sorrows go to break lives the dragon with a heart of gold and the lady of the lake,

yes!
she lives on though Arthur has gone
the legend is a long way from home.