Self-Rule Fixed bayonets in the crisp autumn air And I have to wonder why I don't even care Scarlet epaulets and well-oiled hair
I invade the nations of the poor But I can't fight my own battles, can't find a cure I'll make them feel my rod till they can't take anymore
A cry of war is heard throughout the land But all I have self-blame on hand I'll crush their kingdom with a fistful of sand
I'll subject you to horror I'll subject you cause I can't rule myself I rule a nation I rule a nation but can't rule myself
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