So Chris, yeah, we just a beg a legal help, Prime Minister, yeah
Do you expect me, to turn the other cheek? Taste my tears and admit defeat?
Do you expect me, to listen when you speak? You never ever practice what you preach
Do you expect me, still come out and vote? No matter what happens, we're always broke
And my people, say they tired of being poor That the Empress a chant and the lion a roar