B ~ Calling All

Calling all you working classes
Radicals and raving masses
Come on now, get off your asses
Sign our great petition

Sign now and make another stitch
Usurp the clown and hang the bitch
Throw them in the rosy ditch
from whence the dead have risen

Chartists far and wide unite
Show Parliament your will to fight
We've free speech; abuse the right
before the holy mission
Hey!

The dead are coming to reclaim
our England from you living lame
The hills behind us want the same
if not by their admission

Universal manhood suffrage
brings the cause to every marriage
Put your back into this ravaged
land, boys, for the vision

Come on, follow Captain Swing
Let our spectral voices sing
"We'll have no master, have no king,
no unnatural division.
Hey!"

The enemy is cunning, yes
but we have our courageousness
and oritory skills - but I digress
Come mend the country's schism

We'll never get out act together
Damn your senseless, endless blather
Come, cadavers, come and gather
for the great decision

We'll win a moral victory
The dead are breaking, breaking free
The living have anxiety
but we have our derision
Hey!

Some may say we're failure bound
but we won't stop until we've found
success, or simply run aground
and lost all inspiration

You for whom massacres cater
Call me shameless, call me traitor
Call me a collaborator
Come, delinquents, come for a der-rink
down at the Heathen