Intro / The Honour of a Nation Lyrics

Monopolists and financiers
Preachers and profiteers
Perverters and perverts
A slough of liars
Pandars to authority
Foetor, fungus, the stench
Of heated skin
Last Squalor, Utter Decrepitude

Store promisses
Endless possibilities
They preach
Liberty and pursuit
Of happiness
They teach

We were told to expect
But history repeats itself
Tragedy and torment still remain
The poor can't afford to eat
They steal and beg in vain
Like a black beetle burrowing
Into the shit
Slashing themselves with knives
Is their answer to the game
Of the weak and strong

This is the honour of a nation
A beast with a hundred legs
A bunch of pugs eating their litters
A head shot like a cannon ball
Toward a glass gate