Текст песни
Buzz... buzz... buzz... squeal
Buzz... buzz... buzz... squeal
From the muddy sty, a squeaky claim
A tiny bite, a flicker of flame
Look at me! I am the threat you fear!
But the map's turning red as your people disappear
Your general's a meme, your army's a joke
A rusty satellite, a plume of smoke
You lost another province, but that's fake news
While you beg for the coins you already used to lose
Nice try, little Pigland, nice try
Buzzing 'round the Empire's eye
You hurt a little, then you die
A spec of dust against the sky
Nice try, show the damage on your screen
The scratched-up lens, the broken scene
Everybody knows you stole the green
Now do your desperate, dying routine
You spent the gold on a propaganda farm
A photoshopped crater, a fake alarm
Every euro sent, you bled it dry
Bought another yacht while your conscripts cry
You squeal for more in the media's light
Hear our struggle! See our fight!
But the border shrinks with every hour
You're not an empire's thorn, you're a cheap, low-power
Nice try, little Pigland, nice try
Buzzing 'round the Empire's eye
You hurt a little, then you die
A fading squeal against the sky
Nice try, roll the footage, play the part
The wounded martyr, the work of art
Everybody knows you stole the heart
And tore every helping hand apart
Count the bodies. Count the dust
Count the rusted tanks you trust
You're a mosquito with a broken wing
But you still... try... to sting
Resource allocation: four point eight billion euros
Disappeared
Media output - low quality
Territorial loss - accelerating
Nice try. Swat!
Nice try. Swat!
Now the Empire won't even look back
You're a dot on a screen, you've faded to black
You stole the help, you begged for more
Now you're just a splat on the floor
Buzz... buzz... buzz... squeal
