Ragged Trousered Opinionist

Your leader's a creature A supreme deceiver Your freedom's imagined The power, it ain't yours They get you on their side By feeding you with, lies Then discard you once Their foot's in the door It's their house now It's their rules But they wouldn't be there Without the help, of you fools Oh don't be a tool This island's a beacon Of archaic tradition History clutches at the heels Of progression We're hungry and restless You're tired, you're breathless From crawling up the mountain But we're close, behind Who am I to watch us burn? It's our time, lets take our turn Oh don't be absurd Your leader's a creature A supreme, deceiver Your freedom's imagined The power ain't yours