Mob Rule

Belly full of black snakes
Race full of fat fakes
I don’t ever think that
We’d stoop so low
Face full of black soot
Right wing, left foot
History doesn’t mean
A thing to you
And I see
Flags on the sand
I see
Blood on your hands
Had enough of this
Mob rule!
Mob rule!
Mob rule!
I never liked it at all
Mob rule!
Mob rule!
Mob rule!
I never liked it at all
Tell your friends…
Fat cat, white grub
Gang bang, sports club
Hero with a hashtag
And acres of fear
Bra Boy, heatwave
Glass pipe, race rage
Wavin' your flags
On the nightly news
Now, I see
Boats on the boach
I hear
The hate that you preach
Gonna end this
Mob rule!
Mob rule! (Yeah)
Mob rule!
'Cause I never liked it at all
Mob rule!
Mob rule!
Mob rule!
'Cause I never liked it at all
Take a good hard look at yourself
I hope your mother knows
Chopping out the deadwood
Hiding in the priesthood
Climate change, voodoo
Pell in a tutu
White land, red sand
Red-neck wasteland
Parliamentary incest
Romper stomper inner west
I see
Flags on the sand
I see
Blood on your hands
Because of your
Mob rule! (Yeah-yeah)
Mob rule! (Yeah-yeah)
Mob rule!
I never liked it at all
Mob rule! (Yeah-yeah)
Mob rule! (Yeah-yeah)
Mob rule!
And I never liked it at all
Mob rule! (Yeah-yeah)
Mob rule! (Yeah-yeah)
Mob rule!
And I never liked it at all
Mob rule! (Yeah-yeah)
Mob rule! (Yeah-yeah)
Mob rule!
And I never liked it at all…