these bums they call royalty
live off others labour
who condemn peoples loyalty
when destitute, out of favour
what good are they anyway
what exactly do they do
upon their subjects a malais'
why don't they get a job too
squatters in the palace
bludgers just the same
stole the crown and chalice
and their noble name
just a bunch of muppets
rag dolls in finery
rothschilds little puppets
keep us all in slavery
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