Motorpsycho Mutiny!
I’ve had enough, you have no leverage.
I’ve watched you haemorrhage the goodwill of your crew.
Now your full moon is waning,
your control is slowly draining away.
Your stale old ways bred hate and discordance.
Your brutish arrogance has left you powerless.
At the end of our tether, we are getting it together.
So relinquish the tiller, it’s gone way too far.
Non serviam! – this is mutiny!
We will not stand for your ascendancy!
No more blind obedience!
Your kin is headed straight for obsolescence!
Now you’ll know how it feels to be a slave.
You’ve dug your own wet grave refusing to behave
in the style that’s repected by the wealthy and protected!
Like your gentlemen idols you’ve sunk way too deep.
Non serviam! – this is mutiny!
We will not stand for your ascendancy!
No more blind obedience!
Your kin is headed straight for obsolescence!
Damn you sir, and damn your etiquette!
The blood red moon has set and you’re not here for long!
I’m no gent, but don’t take me for a fool,
I serve no master and I won’t obey your rules!
You’re a thief and taker!
You’re a cheat and faker!
To the devil with your soul!
We ventured to find the hollow earth
but all that we’ve found are the hollows in our souls...
