Goat of Mendes - An Empty Hand (Can Still Clench a Fist) Lyrics

Behold of what we have become
Mere slaves of those who rule as one
Are we, who labour for those few
Too dumb to notice that we're screwed?

An army's worth of serfs and paupers
Heed the clarion call towards all future's lies
Or just mere sheep, being led to slaughter?

In towers we built from marbled stones
The Trumppets blaring the call to demise
They feast on our own flesh and bones

For the sick and the weak, nought's left but ire
We've got no bread to eat and the cake's also spent
For those who're spent, there are more to hire

Euthanasia of unworthy life's their gist
We're condemned men, the Final Solution's our end
Those too fragile and poor got no right to exist

Reinstate the National Razor's blade
And lead them to deserved fate!

Join us now in the paupers jig
And turn against those swollen pigs
Stand up to those who told us lies
And led us blind to our demise
Who said, obedience makes us rich
If we just vote in fevered pitch
Who made their fortunes on our backs
And left us with a bunch of rags
Corruption grown like a putrid boil
Fed by our labour and our toil
Whilst we grew miserable and sour
Deprived of rights, deprived of power

So here we stand with an empty hand
Our feet are sore, our backs are bent
But we are legion, let's resist
An empty hand can still clench a fist!

So here we stand with an empty hand
Our feet are sore, our backs are bent
But we are legion, let's resist
An empty hand can still clench a fist!

Behold of what we have become
Those been cast out now stand as one
And finally, the chosen few
Begin to notice that they're screwed

The forests fall, the oceans dried
They're exploiting the earth with our shovels and picks
For Mammon's sake, science is denied

Whilst humble folk's condemned to rot
Our mother's got gangbanged by the worlds biggest dicks
They claim they serve the will of God

But the meatshields now block the elite's path
Just like Spartacus' slaves crushed the armies of Rome
For one of them there are scores of us

A bloodied rag, our flag shall be
We shall feed them their food-stamps and ransack their homes
Spells doom to their hypocrisy

Put an end to all their lies
And hang 'em high on their own ties!

Join us now in the paupers jig
And turn against those swollen pigs
Stand up to those who told us lies
And led us blind to our demise
So here we stand with an empty hand
Our feet are sore, our backs are bent
But we are legion, let's resist
An empty hand can still clench a fist!

So here we stand with an empty hand
Our feet are sore, our backs are bent
But we are legion, let's resist
An empty hand can still clench a fist!