the georgian era

you should not question anything you're told
all of our warnings should be borne in heart
if you dare question you'll find your proper part
is to be punished for being too frank and bold
we've got your number and we've got you cold
we are the ones who made torture an art
and for your rights we'd never give a fart
within our prisons you'll grow sick and old
you have to understand that you don't count
you have no power and you have little sense
bow to your betters and learn your proper place
the value of your life's no great amount
we'll string you up and hang you on the fence
when our wise leader's shot you in the face