Uncle Slaughter – 15th October 2024

Roll up, roll up, it’s the next celebrity President
In our broken project, our failed experiment
Cutting off our faces to spite our noses
Now, we no longer smell of roses

Dear Uncle Slaughter is playing American Roulette
Seeing how much blood from oil he can get
Those colour revolutions are all black and white
And they’re coming home, ready to fight

Without the destroyer, there are no destroyed
Our freedom and democracy never employed
Long decades of lies, living The Big Instead
Until every last inch has been bled

Roll up, roll up, let every lawyer in
If it’s all a game someone has to win
Roll up, roll up, it’s your time to choose
Between the little and nothing you’ve let to lose