Cull Lyrics by Chris T-T
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Ding dong, the witch is dead
she took a bullet to the side of her head
and she yelled something obscene as she fell down.
Well, fuck me - the war is won
and I didn't have time for a protest song,
nobody can tell who's a hero, who's a clown.

(we need a cull)

Move along, you're getting in the way:
Another fat American shouting all day
and when the food comes out we have to say grace.
A dumb foreigner sleeping in your bed
It all happened like the old man said
But I'm so scared I'm a national disgrace

And when the bad guys win the battle
And when they burn your castle to the ground
And when they steal all your money
I hope they stand on your roof and throw it down to the crowd.

(we need a cull)

The world is owned by 500 men
and everything is organised to benefit them
the rest of us scrabble around for what they throw out
So when you look at the civilian dead
and there's a price on the president's head
Don't even bother to ask what it's all about.

And when the bad guys win the battle
And when they burn your castle to the ground
And when they steal all your money
I hope they stand on your roof and throw it down to the crowd.

And when the bad guys win the battle
And when they burn your castle to the ground
And when they get the Lord Chief Justice
I hope they stand on your roof and throw him down to the crowd.

It's all gonna be the same in the end:
a moment of glory to show off to your friends
But when it's gone, the motherfucker's gone.
We all go home and we all ignore
millions and billions and trillions more
There is no end to this song:
It goes on...

And when the bad guys win the battle
And when they burn your castle to the ground
And when they steal all your money
I hope they stand on your roof and throw it down to the crowd.

And when the bad guys win the battle
And when they burn your castle to the ground
And when they get the Lord Chief Justice
I hope they stand on your roof and throw him down to the crowd.

(we need a cull)
Ding dong, the witch is dead   she took a bullet to the side of her head   and she yelled something obscene as she fell down.   Well, fuck me - the war is won   and I didn't have time for a protest song,   nobody can tell who's a hero, who's a clown.      (we need a cull)      Move along, you're getting in the way:   Another fat American shouting all day   and when the food comes out we have to say grace.   A dumb foreigner sleeping in your bed   It all happened like the old man said   But I'm so scared I'm a national disgrace      And when the bad guys win the battle   And when they burn your castle to the ground   And when they steal all your money   I hope they stand on your roof and throw it down to the crowd.      (we need a cull)      The world is owned by 500 men   and everything is organised to benefit them   the rest of us scrabble around for what they throw out   So when you look at the civilian dead   and there's a price on the president's head   Don't even bother to ask what it's all about.      And when the bad guys win the battle   And when they burn your castle to the ground   And when they steal all your money   I hope they stand on your roof and throw it down to the crowd.      And when the bad guys win the battle   And when they burn your castle to the ground   And when they get the Lord Chief Justice   I hope they stand on your roof and throw him down to the crowd.      It's all gonna be the same in the end:   a moment of glory to show off to your friends   But when it's gone, the motherfucker's gone.   We all go home and we all ignore   millions and billions and trillions more   There is no end to this song:   It goes on...      And when the bad guys win the battle   And when they burn your castle to the ground   And when they steal all your money   I hope they stand on your roof and throw it down to the crowd.      And when the bad guys win the battle   And when they burn your castle to the ground   And when they get the Lord Chief Justice   I hope they stand on your roof and throw him down to the crowd.      (we need a cull)