SCENT OF ORANGES
The divine right of bloody kings
trade human souls for shiny things
yet even here the crumbs are sweet
come lawmen, gather from our feet
Taxfarm! Slavetown!
The poor and meek may pull a plow
Taxfarm! Salvetown!
Hidden stronghlds aren't pulled down
We eat the fat half from your plate
we quench your hope and quicken fate
we pave you roads of false egress
a thousand fates, each worse than death
if you want it, then you've got it
you can get it from me
if you've got it, then you want it
you can give it to me!
if you want it, ccome and get it
you can get it from me
if you've get it, there you have it
you can have it for free!
To justify the gem unset
work songs, chains, and crushing debt
we come in peace and mean no harm
for stolen fleece will keep us warm
Taxfarm! Slavetown!
The poor and meek may pull a plow!
Taxfarm! Slavetown!
Hidden strongholds aren't pulled down.