The people starve while you sit on your throne
Forced to decay on the shores of our home
Distended stomach speak of hunger
Congregated on the step we cry for bread, bread, bread.
Behind closed doors, you feast on your stores
The land stripped bare and the prices soar
Have you no sympathy for the people put to death
So you can fuel your greed

Hark you! Hear the mice scream as the flames consume them all
Hark you! Hear the mice scream as they stand and look in wonder at the lives they tore asunder.

Our numbers grow, our voices strained
Drown out the violence in your peaceful dais
Showing some kind of relent
A gesture masked in kindness filled with discontent
Joyous hearts fill the land with praise
For the man who has set them free
Unaware of whats about to transpire
He locked the fucking doors and set the barn on fire

Hark you! Hear the mice scream as the flames consume them all
Hark you! Hear the mice scream as they stand and look in wonder at the lives they tore asunder.

Down on his knees the bishop fell
Faster and faster, his beads did he tell
As louder and louder drawing near
A gnawing of teeth did he hear
And in at the windows and in at the door
Through the walls helter skelter did they pour
And down from the ceiling and up through the floor
From the right and the left
From behind and before
From within and without
From above and below
All at once to the bishop did they go.

They chewed through the doors and they fell upon him x 6