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Smoke-filled room a private skyline view
They’re carving up the atlas in expensive shoes
A handshake deal a continent gets traded
For a pipeline promise heavily shaded
The big dogs feed they piss to mark the zone
With treaties written on a billion-dollar phone
They draw the lines they sanction and they bless
This global game of fucked-up chess
And you’re just yapping in the kennel
A yappy little pet a polished nickel penny
Begging for a pat a scrap from the table
Your sovereignty is just a profitable label
Yap, yap, yap for the master’s hand!
In a world you’ll never ever understand
Sucking up to the throne
Your painted prince in his palace a perfect little pup
Eager for the photo when the big man shows up
Look at us We matter See our flag so small
While selling out your people gutting worker’s hall
You bark the orders that they whispered in your ear
Austerity for you The pain will make us dear
You wear their collar fancy fit for a whore
While your own people are screaming at the door
The will of the people A quaint and local sound
Drowned out by the private jet’s engines on the tarmac ground
Strategic partnership A special ally’s role
It’s just a fancy leash to keep control of the whole
We’ll call it multilateralism with a firm statesman’s grin
And you’re just yapping in the kennel
A servile little bitch for a geopolitical medal
Licking the boot that’s hovering over your spine
Trading your future for a place in the bottom-feeder line
Yap yap yap for the scraps of power
While they watch your dignity wither by the hour
Sucking up to the throne
The gears turn the great machine
Slick with the blood of the unseen
You can bark you can plead
You’re just a cog they don’t need
Just a pet pet
And you’re just yapping in the kennel
A yappy little pet a polished nickel penny
Begging for a pat a scrap from the table
Your sovereignty is just a profitable label
Yap yap yap for the master’s hand
In a world you’ll never ever understand
Sucking up to the throne
