No Guillotine, No Crown

VERSE 1/
These idle hands do the King's work
While TV sells fear
They got me paying bitch tax
For a future I'll never see
Honesty is to expensive
Working hard for no reward
Call it "survival of the fittest"
Call it a dream I can't afford

CHORUS/
History comes back round
No guillotine, no crown

VERSE 2/
The trash of the future
Once dreamed of being rich
But now at age 20
Live under a bridge
Bred for potential
Programmed for champagne
Now they are forgotten
Like piss in the rain

CHORUS/
History comes back round
No guillotine, no crown

MIDDLE 8/
A salary is just a fable
Like turning lead into gold
Secrets have true value
For turning citizen to drones

VERSE 3/
Hope dried up
Long before the money went
I'll become another madman
Screaming on the subway train
Maybe I should steal a princess
Ransom the Pharaoh for his child
But just like her daddy
She's a replaceable droid

CHORUS/
History comes back round
No guillotine, no crown