still you bow down

Still you bow down Unzip their flies And graze the skin from off your knees Clutching your flag in the pouring rain Waving at strangers high upon a balcony From your place in the gutter beneath the lowest branch on the tree Still you bow down and accept your place in this scheme Still you bow down Unzip their flies And graze the skin from off your knees A devotion to the realm Is no more abstract Than a belief in unicorns and fairies You take their titles as a leg up to the aristocracy Still you bow down as a sword acclaims your nobility Don't it make you proud When the anthem's sung aloud Footballer's belting out god save the queen Blood spilled in our name Is a barely whispered shame Lord god have mercy on our history Still you bow down Unzip their flies And graze the skin From off your knees There really just like us But very upper crust Though unlike us They don't earn their keep From your place in the gutter you lose sense of all that is real So let's all bow down and accept our place is to grovel and kneel