I request that the best of our minds. Be impressed to repent of their crimes. For the truth is there all for to see. What can be said in defence of man's tyranny. To declare to contempt of the view. That to conform to the norm is what you do. If you live wracked in anger and in shame. The only road you find's that hard road my friend. I concur to defer to the sound. Of discontent when it's meant by the crowd. If in fairness is how you see it end. The only road you'll walk's that hard road my friend. And the papers they were printing they did sell. In Clerkenwell there were presses turning. And the emigrees they boarded ships and sailed. They could not fail to bring passions burning. La da da da-da. Why deny that the lie that is sent. Makes you live work and die for some rent. If you're happy then to leave it up to them. The only road you'll know's that hard road my friend. We resent the intent of the few. Who do conspire to acquire what's our due. If you don't know you're rights and defend. The only road you'll goes that hard road my friend. If you fall and you crawl towards debt. And the sum it is more than what was leant. If you can't keep your eyes on the change. The only road you'll walk's that bloody road my friend. Ah yip da didi didi dee. Ah yip da didi didi dee. Ah yip da didi didi dee. Ah yip da didi didi dee