Democracy, the Fat One cried -
It’s ours, you lot haven’t a clue!
We’re big, we’re the best, your way is all lies,
For only OUR vision is true.
Democracy! The Fat One yelled -
We’ve worked on it ever so hard !
We’re gonna make sure our democracy stays,
And we’ll start by controlling our back yard.
First we’ll begin by stealing all your gold,
So OUR lifestyle stays pleasantly high;
Then we’ll manipulate, cheat, to maintain a firm hold
Until your hope will eventually die.
Then we’ll seek power, because you are all fools,
And not to be trusted with dreams:
We’ll find the depraved and use them as tools
And block off our ears to your screams.
Now one day you’ll rise and the monsters will go,
And this rebirth will be a new dawn -
We’ll stifle your trade, watch your despair grow,
And undermine you with our scorn.
Oh! The Fat One is best, our democracy’s strong,
We’re Masters, for that is our Fate!
You’re way out of line, your ideas are all wrong,
Let us substitute misery and hate.
For this is the price that you have to pay
To maintain OUR greatest ideal:
Democracy’s easy when done our strange way -
Just trample on others and steal!