Sic Semper Tyrranis Songtext
von Roger Clyne & the Peacemakers

Now all the gods have fled
Our noble king is dead
sickly greed is spread across the land
Every tear′s been shed
Every vein is bled
And but a few crumbs of bread fall from the pan
The fates will sigh alas As if the die is cast
If we don't pull our heads out of the sand
Ain′t asking for no dough bro
Money honey
Marzipan
Lend us your hand
It's time we stick it to the man...