Ragtime For Nobility

Let's get up and make a stand It’s time to appease the First World Man He’s got his looks and he’s got his books It’s time to hang the rich from hooks It’s ragtime for nobility A dirty call-to-arms Get back to true civility And the world of timeless charms The Kings must bow their dying heads The peasants must take back their bread Get ready – it’s our time instead To wake up in four-poster beds It’s ragtime for nobility A national parricide Loot every last facility And take this baby for a ride Ragtime – So flag down the junkman It’s Depression-era bliss All over, all over again Let's get up and make a stand It’s time to appease the Third World Man Time to adopt his own green tongue And carve tribal scars into our young It’s ragtime for nobility A bloody call-to-arms A rite of male virility In the face of modern bombs Ragtime for nobility Goodnight to the past Conform each’s ability To a new kinda social class