The Axe

You lit a fuse

And then you ran away

You cried all day

When the axe came down

You pay your money

You take a chance

But now you do a different dance

And there’ll be no pipers playing

When the axe comes down

You said the streets of the city

Were paved in gold

But you were bought and sold

Before the axe came down

You ran the gauntlet

You ran from the law

But you ran outta luck

When the axe came down

Now I can’t tell you why

The martyrs had to fry

Some say it’s just an act of God

Who dares wins

Who hesitates has lost

And now you pay the cost

When the axe comes down

And all you paid up Republicans

Who live by the gun

Your time will come

When the axe comes down

But every generation

Just filled with hate

Running from the blade

When the axe comes down

The architects and draftsmen

Who build the brave new world

They’ll call for your blood

When the axe comes down