They steal what they don’t need
And need what they can never steal
Yes, they steal what they don’t need
And need what they can never steal
Our land swarms with Profligates-in-Power
Whose gluttony is rife and rawly real
Their dream is debacle
Their desire is dross
Say, their dream is debacle
Their desire is dross
No matter how bright the market
They sell us all at a dreadful loss
They steal from the left
They steal from the right
Oh, how they steal from the left
And then steal from the right
Their hold on the commonweal
Is grim and frightfully tight
They eat and eat till their stomachs
Burst like overinflated tyres
Alas, they steal and steal till their stomachs
Burst like overinflated tyres
Their venal souls will burn, one day,
In a spate of wide, unquenchable fires
Unhappy the land ruled by such soulless thieves
Who wet their throats with our juiciest blood
Say, unhappy the land of such soulless thieves
Who wet their throats with our juiciest blood
The rain now gathering in our skies
Will cleanse this land of its cannibal flood