Gorged on glazed ham and the metaphorical blood of the vanquished
"You don't put the palace in a blind trust; the palace is the whole point
And it's very photogenic
Did I mention the marble columns seemed at one point a little dated?
So we spruced them up with gold. They're still marble, the best marble
But now they're coated in gold
How you like me now?" The new regime
I'll take things that are super white for two thousand, Alex
What are golf balls? What are tiny hands? What are tiny minds?
What is pure as the driven snow? What is the new regime?
The new regime
R-U-I-N the artificial warmth is thin with frostbite gin
Did I mention your kith and kin?
Go, fight, win, here comes the blight again
A low, tight grin requires some discipline
R-U-I-N come and smite me with violence
Go, fight, win, here comes the blight again
Here comes the blight again
"How you like me now?" The new regime
Loser
Loser
Loser