Cryin' Riot

The spirits of our long gone times are nearly all but gone,
But still there are a few who see monarchy and laws as a con,
The weakest people are feeding on the plates of royal scum,
Whilst the happy tramp mocks them glad with his keg of rum,
Those who have been purged of their opportunities,
Come forward, raise their banners so that all can see,
The city streets run wild with the face of fear,
As the goggled eyed pigs start their clampdown cheer,

But the music keeps them goin',
Stoppin the royal crows from crowin',
And the cryers in the riot keep on cryin',

When bruises blacken and battens break bones,
The rioters simply throw back stones,
And all the pigs can get from them is Fuck em',