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The parchment came by gilded coach, with seals of deep import
A summons from the greater throne a mandate from the court
You didn't even read it just reached for your crown
And sent your regiments marching to burn some foreign town
Your history’s a trophy wall but you just rent the hall
You strut upon a borrowed stage awaiting your next call
Oh, swine underlings in velvet and in gold
The authority you clutch is counterfeit and old
You bow so very deeply to the tune that others play
Your independence is a farce you act out every day
Swine underlings, you polish up your thrones
To rule a little pasture where you harvest what they've sown
You host a lavish ball while your people mutter low
To celebrate an alliance that puts their youth in snow
You toast to peace and purpose with the blood of your own land
Just to keep your place beside the overlord's right hand
You quote your ancient lineage a proud and noble line
But you trade it all for whispers at the grand one's dining shrine
Oh, swine underlings in velvet and in gold
The authority you clutch is counterfeit and old
You bow so very deeply to the tune that others play
Your independence is a farce you act out every day
Swine underlings you polish up your thrones
To rule a little pasture where you harvest what they've sown
And when the map is redrawn and the great beasts carve the meat
You'll scramble for the scraps they toss down at their feet
You'll bleat of sovereignty of honour, and of pride
While sitting in the pen you built with them right there outside
So fly your faded standard beat your dented royal drum!
Proclaim the glory of a day that surely will not come
Your policies are postscripts your armies just a lease
You traded your tomorrow for a crumb of fleeting peace
And in the grand museum where they'll stuff the old regimes
You'll be a dusty footnote to a stronger power's dreams
Oh swine underlings your velvet's getting thin
Your gold is peeling quickly to the cheap brass underneath
You'll bow until your backs break to the tune that others play
Your kingdoms are just rented ground you'll vacate it one day
Swine underlings Oh swine underlings
Just echoes in a palace where a greater bell now rings
Yes echoes in a palace
Where a greater bell
Now rings now rings
