the viceroy’s forgotten whose kingdom he guards
he’s looting the lands that he holds
seminal power has been bastardised
by one who’s unworthy and bold
hounding to hell, he pillages grain
grown for the bread of them all
laughs as he does with a hoit and a toit
oh, the viceroy is having a ball
crown on the head though who here has placed
their trust in sceptred high-hand
usurper and charlatan chasing the throne
big chief thinks he’s making a stand
the natives are drumming, the smoke’s on the peaks
warpaint is blue with white cross
viceroy can number the years he has left
who needs an upstart as a boss