No Guillotine, No Crown - Angelspit

These idle hands do the King’s work

While TV sells fear

They got me paying bitch tax

For a future I’ll never see

Honesty is to expensive

Working hard for no reward

Call it «survival of the fittest»

Call it a dream I can’t afford

History comes back round

No guillotine, no crown

The trash of the future

Once dreamed of being rich

But now at age 20

Live under a bridge

Bred for potential

Programmed for champagne

Now they are forgotten

Like piss in the rain

History comes back round

No guillotine, no crown

MIDDLE 8/

A salary is just a fable

Like turning lead into gold

Secrets have true value

For turning citizen to drones

Hope dried up

Long before the money went

I’ll become another madman

Screaming on the subway train

Maybe I should steal a princess

Ransom the Pharaoh for his child

But just like her daddy

She’s a replaceable droid

History comes back round

No guillotine, no crown