[Verse 1]
Stakes and torches, scimitars and bayonets
Scythes, pitchforks, a sickle with a sharpened edge
Swords and spades, and mallets that are made of lead
Anything at hand, anything that can
Help us to remove the head
Of that filthy rich
Fat son of a bitch
While he's sleeping in his bed

[Verse 2]
Storm the steps, we break into the palace hall
It's so majestic, we are frozen in our awe
Grandmother cries as she tumbles to her knees, says
"I can understand that the rich demand
An amount of luxury
But I'd have never dreamed
It was so extreme
While we had nothing to eat"