The language of Shakespeare
A trip upon your tongue
The wisdom of the hillside
The hormones of the young
Soccer's to insurgency
As gridiron's to war
The gift of dreary England
The gift you battled for

But Juniverbrecher
There's wolf beneath the dog
Teeth and claws upon the moors
And monsters in the fog

There's a place in the pack for a talker
A place at court for a fool
You slayed grown men in the union
Took giants down at school
They cried "Hurrah for Daniel!"
They put away their teeth
You had poetry to gild
The beasts that you ran with
But Juniverbrecher
There'll be nowhere to hide
When the pack goes hungry
There's easy meat inside
History is a bookshelf
Diplomacy is a game
There's ink enough for men yet
A page or two for names
And the sea will swallow Dover
And the sun will scour the shires
The pack will leave no portraits
No wisdom in the wires
But Juniverbrecher
You'll be left behind
When they catalogue the brutes
It's only you they'll find

Juniverbrecher
There's razors in the scones
And strychnine in the clotted cream
And tea time's coming on

Juniverbrecher
There's razors in the scones
And strychnine in the clotted cream
And tea time's coming on