Subrosa Self-rule
Fixed bayonets in the crisp autumn air
And I have to wonder why I don't even care
Scarlet epaulets and well-oiled hair
I have to wonder, really have to wonder
I invade the nations of the poor
But I can't fight my own battles, can't find a cure
I'll make them feel my rod till they can't take anymore
Can't find a cure, can't find a cure
A cry of war is heard throughout the land
But all I have is self-blame on hand
I'll crush their kingdom with a fistful of sand
Self-blame on hand, self-blame on hand.
I'll subject you to horror
I'll subject you cause I can't rule myself
I rule a nation
I rule a nation but I can't rule myself
Fixed bayonets in the crisp autumn air
And I have to wonder why I don't even care
I have to wonder why I don't even care
I have to wonder, really have to wonder
