Lisp Service

Trouble isn't my middle name
Left in peace would make my day
You started the fire not me
Camouflaged in mystery

Plundering, murdering
Raiding coast to coast
Good old days of gore
And now you tell me

I should learn to deal with you all
Bow to you and praise the Lords for
Everything, everything, you won for us
After all that was before

There weren't no amnesty
International, nobody to check you
Don't give me that 'Polis'
That 'Rule of law'