Self-Rule
Fixed bayonets in the crisp autumn air
And I have to wonder why I don't even care
Scarlet epaulets and well-oiled hair

I invade the nations of the poor
But I can't fight my own battles, can't find a cure
I'll make them feel my rod till they can't take anymore

A cry of war is heard throughout the land
But all I have self-blame on hand
I'll crush their kingdom with a fistful of sand

I'll subject you to horror
I'll subject you cause I can't rule myself
I rule a nation
I rule a nation but can't rule myself

Fixed bayonets in the crisp autumn air
And I have to wonder why I don't even care
I have to wonder why I don't even care