SIR REG - THE KINGS OF SWEET FECK ALL

Was singing a song from far away
The sirens rang throughout the day
A shot in the dark that ricocheted
But never a thing was told
We heard a knocking upon the door
The kids they hid beneath the floor Battered it in, a great furore,
And marched us all outside

They lined us up along the wall told us to be quiet,
as the sergeant looked us up and down, stared into his eyes.
As he gave his orders shoot to kill if any of us declined,
We could see what they were thinking
What was running through their minds

We’re the kings of sweet fuck all
And we know what we’re doing is wrong
But if we stand up they’ll treat us just like you
We’re the kings of sweet fuck all
yeah, we know what we’re doing is wrong
If we stand up they’ll shoot us down like you

They searched the house, the wood and the bricks
And all they found were hurley sticks
The man had made his mind up, they were a weapon against the crown
Told him they were used for sport, he didn’t believe in my retort,
Convinced himself that we were traitors, had to take us down

He gave the order “shoot them all, they’re rebels to the core”
And his men were looking back at him with sickening deplore
When they drew their rifles on us
as we prepared for our demise
We knew what they were thinking,
we could see it in their eyes

Written by:
BRENDAN DAVID SHEEHY, CHRISTOPHER KEN INOUE SVEDHAMMER, DANIEL PETRI, FILIP BURGMAN, JOHAN SAND, KARIN ELISABET ULLVIN

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