June 5, 2012 5.09PM
Roll out the ropes
Tie up the catch
Roll out the drums
Tonight we found ourselves a match;
Scratch the match
Set the fire
Keep the ropes tight and the knives near
A feast we prepare, gather the kinsmen
For tonight we call ourselves to learn
The fate of those who steal and deprave our lands
Call the young and the old to bear
Witness to this crime to wipe another crime
To erase from our town these slime
The lowliest of their kinds who didn’t give a dime
Whether we died or lived as swine;
Come witness the burning of flesh
Cooked to redeem all that was lost under duress
But, we won’t go through this, will we?
Alas, we look at our faces and none can tell….
‘Cos, there we are at our tethers’ end!