So here we are, so here we are Siding our puddle in the abattoir
Yeah, so here we are, so here we are Siding our puddle in the abattoir
With all the wealth that never trickled down It's just crude and stagnant booze
Stinking out feed and thread needle street And all the public schools
Yeah, so here we are, so here we are Floating along with the Chancellor
Yeah, so here we are, so here we are Floating along with the Chancellor
Sneering at the kids at the soup kitchen With an unholy stench at his heels
On his way to the city And a lifetime of free meals
Yeah, and when he's gone, and when he's gone They'll name something after him
Yeah, and when he's gone, and when he's gone They'll name something after him
A museum or a library Or maybe a star
If there were any justice It would be in an abattoir
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