A picture says a thousand words
But censors still redact
"I did nothing wrong"
Fear as a mechanism
You always played the shill
But you're sure to foot the bill
Yeah you're sure to foot the bill
Suckling on the marrow
Of the bones
Of the body
We've all been stripped for parts
Bring your own booze
To the banquet of desire
Fill your boots
Leave nothing un-acquired
Drain the marrow
Steal the money
Of the bones
Of the body
Why is there nothing left?
When only the scraps remain
Who will be next?
When the cliff's eroding
Who's closest to the edge?
Mae'r castell wedi meddwi
A mae nhw dal yn poeni
Da ni heb gael digon eto
Oes gen ti Mwy?
When only the scraps remain
Who will be next?
When the cliff's eroding
Who's closest to the edge?
Where there were peaks
These have become slums
Your legacy will die
King of scum