Il testo della Sic semper tyrranis

Now all the gods have fled
Our noble king king is dead
And simply greed is spread across the land

Every tears been shed
Every vains been shed
And but a few crumbs of bread fall fall from the pan
The fates will sigh alas
As if the die is cast
If we don't pull our heads out of the sand
Ain't askin' for no dough bro money honey marzapan
Lend us your hand
Its time to stick it to the man