| The Lords and ladies pass a ruling
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| That sons and girls go hand in land
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| From good stock and the best breeding
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| Paid for by the servile class
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| Who have been told all lie in state
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| To bow down forth and face their fate
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| It’s so easy, so, so easy
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| All righteousness did build thy arrow
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| To shoot it straight into their lies
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| Who would expect the mighty sparrow
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| Could rid our world of all their kind?
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| Rising up and taking back
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| The property of every man
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| Oh, it’s easy, so, so easy
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| Rising up to break this thing
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| From family trees the dukes do swing
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| Just one blow to scratch the itch
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| The law’s made for and by the rich
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| It would be easy, so, so easy |