The day began the same
They were burning the bonfires of their vanities
Again
The effigy of me
That so many years has passed
Guy Fawkes, of course
Who else jack ass?
I guess you could say I was the virus then
The genetic mutation
From the all English gene
The hidden priest
Behind the scenes
Laying down libations
But liberation must come at a cost
From tyranny
Or tyranny's ghost,
For we all are haunted by those we love most
And everyone must have a ruler
But your God and my God
They are the same
My religion differs in more than just name
But essential truths
Burn one pure flame
That love above all is the name of the game
So as you burn me remember
That love never dies
That a coup d'etat is in everyone's eyes
Even just a twinkle
In the heart but a winkle
That grows
And sucks on the blood of England's rose
A canker, a cancer
A busy bee dancer
That buzzes between our ranks
And stings our flanks
And answers our thanks
With a death watchman's handshake
And the pikes are resting against the wall
The heads on the spikes
Stand on London Bridge
As warning to those who would
hanker for change, or fidget
In the restlessness of revolutionary fervour
My own body in an iron maiden
Dripping Catholic blood of martyrs made
And fireworks fly into the sky
In the Arena of the damned
Under the houses the gunpowder is still stored
Some fuse is lit, by the nations poor
Who rebel and quit
But the crowd want more
No matter who has paid em
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