Sycophant’s Paradise

[Verse 1]
All through the town, meatheads abound
Grappling to greaten their grip
Out in the sticks, hillbilly chicks
Smoking the crack of the whip

Gripped by the grim, ground through the grindstone
Can't get a grip at all
Tight as a tick and ticking like a time-bomb
Hair of the dog is stuck to my tongue again

[Chorus]
Feudalised
I am begging to be brutalised
Neutralised
In a sycophant’s paradise

[Verse 2]
King of restraint, queen of the quaint
Tales of what weren't and what ain't
Predator slays, prey prays for praise
A pat on the head from the saints

Futures are hard, hard to imagine
Long live the lordly ones
Quick as a whip, whips us to frenzy
Taking back control to give it to the masters

[Chorus]
Feudalised
I am begging to be brutalised
Neutralised
In a sycophant’s paradise

[Outro]
Grow a pair in apple pickin' season
You'd look good with a gun
And a smile
In the gap between Tramadol and treason
We'll be fine
Never mind

Donning ornamental ammunition
With a commie red flag
On our car
Up and up, we got a sunny disposition
Barely spined
Never mind