Quoted By:
Showers of bombs
In the metropoles:
Our worst hounds step out of shadows
To blast the capital.
Let your towers of glass and of steel,
Crumble and fall.
May they roll,
In a diabolical storm,
On their very makers.
And your icons, and your crowds,
And your merchants, adorned with crowns
May they with them
Melt down like butter
May they feed then
As cream the gutter.
May they offer us the joyous collation
Of their soft putrefaction,
We’re Peste Noire the faction
Against the modern world.
With a bat we’ll healbatskininsane
The technocrat
We’ll pierce the golden boy
Through his heart.
On top we’ll re-establish
The aristocrat.
As for the Republic, we’ll ruin
Her cunt.
With a bat we’ll heal
The plutocrat.
We’ll pierce the speculator
Through his heart.
On top we’ll re-establish
The aristocrat.
Democracy – we’ll ruin
Your cunt.
Hooliganism is my blood
And my spirit is elitist
With a knife or a rod
We’ll cross you off the list.
The metropolis is in confusion
We came to take some action.
It’ll make Willy erect
To see your big trunk on a picket.
