We can pick, we can choose
We can make moves no matter what they lose
We can be right, we can be wrong
We can make mistakes
"Our reign is long"

Cause gentlemen, I believe everything happens for reasons
Just look at the seasons!
And here, we've been divined
Roots entrenched in time-honored traditions
Which we all can malign
"And we have the right!"

Here, a man who is dying
Here, a child was born
"Take him for everything, take him for everything"
Yes, following form
We will pick his carcass clean
But first, there is one thing on which we must agree
"Official decree!"

On the one hand, we can starve the child
Ooh!
On the other hand, we can let the elder die
Aah!
How to keep the flow of food to hungry mouths?
On second thought...
Fuck 'em, they'll figure it out!

You can lose your damned mind
Here in the hall of the guides
Win or lose, it's alright
You're in the hall of the guides

They talk of a famine? no!
They talk of a drought? no!
They should be happy that anyone's hearing 'em out
Look at 'em whimper
Ooh!
Look at 'em wheeze
Aah!
Alienating the ones they are meant to appease

But their gratitude's all but devolved into platitudes!
Ooh!
And they still suspect we'll give them more?
Aah!
They leave us wanting, then perish wondering why?
Ooh!
Waste not your time
Fuck em, they'll shut up and die

You can lose your damned mind
Here in the hall of the guides
Win or lose, it's alright
You're in the hall of the guides

We have lost our damned minds
Here in the hall of the guides
Win or lose, we're alright
Here in the hall of the guides

We'll persist, and endure
We'll maintain the status quo
"Our power's pure"
They'll resist, but we'll assure
That nothing ever changes
"Still we cast a lure"

Sure, bring them in
With a lie
"Welcome!"
We could always use another tithe
And time will pass...

Waking in bliss might sound passe
When you're living in a paradise:
The kind of place where you've never
Had to work a day

Passing the time with what you crave
Cause you know anything you need can
Be provided when you want it
We want a lot, so they got to give

What could you fear for with walls as high as these?
If you can't see beyond your windows
It's hard to find the room to care for - oh, anything...
But we want it all!

And if they've got something to give...
They're gonna give it all if
They still gotta will to live

There always will be a cream of the crop
And we're never getting off the top, no!
The pick of the liter
You know we've got to be a chosen righteous few
Who've come prepared with what they've inherited...
What have you?

They save their whole lives so they can someday
Live a little like we do, for one day
But if they get to see just how sweet life could be
It'll be hard for them to find the room
To care for anything, on returning

And if there's something left to give
They gotta give it all
If they still got the will to live

There always will be a cream of the crop
And we're never getting off the top. no!
The pick of the liter
You know we've got to be a chosen righteous few
Who've come prepared with what they've inherited...
But what have you?
Nothing

We can't see beyond our windows
But we deal in everything
Pay no mind which way the wind blows
'Cause we can weather anything

"Left, right, slide to the back
Hop to the right
Now kick and clap
Hands to the sky and a shake of the knees
Praise in his number, XCV!

Alright, you pigs!"