The Lord of the savages made himself a pact
He was always right, and no one could talk back
Made up all the rules, wrote em down on paper
Formed himself an army to make all the people safer
But the people could not read the rules, 'cause nobody can read
The people wanted pleasure, so all they did was breed

People just want to be good
All the savages need food
And a roof over their head
They get confusion instead
And when savages get bored
They get tired, of waiting for the Lord

The Lord of the savages built himself a castle
Looked out of the window, wondered what was all the hassle
Everyone's complaining, today I'm feeling fine
I'll make everything fine or I'll give all the people wine
And the people, they got drunk, and the problem with the drink
They make some people violent, makes other people think

And the savages divided
One thing had been decided
Things were not quite fair
Left to wallow in despair
And when people, they get bored
They get tired, of waiting for the Lord

The Lord of the savages said there should be peace
Couldn't control the people, so he brought in the police
This is all they needed, someone else to hate them
They burned the castle down, and they called the Lord a traitor

Fixing Molotov cocktails
And burning down the street
Running screaming everywhere
Chasing out the heat
They were singing in the attic, outside the sideshow
Swimming in the static, on my radio

They were kicking down the doors
And ripping out the floors
Blood was dripping from their pores
Like a tinderbox on fire
One day he will stand trial
He's the Lord of denial
When denial shuts its door
It gets tired of waiting for the Lord