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The lords and ladies pass a ruling |
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That sons and girls go hand in land |
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From good stock and the best breeding |
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Paid for by the servile class |
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Who have been told all lie in state |
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To bow down forth and face their fate |
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It's so easy. |
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So, so easy |
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All righteousness did build thy arrow |
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To shoot it straight into their lies |
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Who would expect the mighty sparrow |
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Could rid our world of all their kind? |
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Rising up and taking back |
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The property of every man |
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Oh it's easy. |
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So, so easy |
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Rising up to break this thing |
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From family trees the dukes do swing |
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Just one blow to scratch the itch |
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The law's made for and by the rich |
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It would be easy. |
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So, so easy. |
