If there were a tyrant who ruled the land A tyrant whose power was getting out of hand A tyrant who wanted to be obeyed every command Would you lay down and bow to this man?
This tyrant ordered you every single day To go to the shops and with hard earned money pay For cigarettes which turned your skin all grey Would you in this land of fear stay?
Or would you flee from this land as soon as you could Flee from this land of no person's good Flee fleetly and silently out through the woods I know that if I could, I would