Feasting on a Lord

Release the hounds
The chase is underway
Today we bag
A different kind of prey
Hear the bugle call,
we’re feasting on a lord today!
If you’re highborn
and well moustachioed
you may expect
a gutting in the road!
Hear the bugle call
are you the next to fall?
To quench the killer’s sword today?
We’re feasting on a lord today!
It seems in England
We have two laws
One for the rich
Another for the poor
But if your bobbies come knocking on our doors
you best prepare
to get a knock on yours!
A hooded guest, you’ll greet in your salon
A silver tray he’ll serve your carcass on.
Uncork the beaujolais!
O! Watch the scarlet spray!
We’ll guzzle and we’ll gorge today!
We’re feasting on a lord today!