Lisp Service

Trouble isn’t my middle name
Left in peace would make my day
You started the fire, not me
Camouflaged in mystery
Plundering, murdering
Raiding coast to coast —
Good old days of gore
And now you tell me
I should learn to deal with you all
Bow to you and praise the Lords
For everything, everything
You won for us
After all that was before
There weren’t no Amnesty International
Nobody to check you
Don’t give me that «polis»
That «rule of law»