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And I call myself a bard
I knew there was something that was really bothering me about the political discourse since the election. I've called it sore winning. It's the whole "We won. Suck it up, you bitches. We're gonna make you pay and pay and pay, because the strong do as they please and the weak do as theya re told."
It's the whole "Brom's Reign" attitude of it. For those not from Calontir, the BoD is the Board of Directors and the Witan is the peerage advisory council to the royalty.
Brom's Reign
Oh the feast's done and evening has fallen.
The air it is charged with fear.
the Bod it is sleeping, the Witan is weeping
"Oh God, please save poor Calontir!"
And the populace is in a ruckus
and many of them have fled.
And they're ALL crying "He's gonna fuck us
when they put that damn crown on his head."
Chorus:
Do me wey hey, O you'll rue the day,
A barbaric bastard like me
Did show up to fight, here where might still makes right;
O just stick around and you'll see.
Do me wey hey, I'll go all the way
In plundering poor Calontir.
you pissed me off royal, and made my blood boil;
Now you'll see just what I hold dear.
First I'll get to your treasury's money,
All that money you've worked for so hard:
And I'll piss it away on our new defence budget,
In other words, swords for my guard.
Well, I think that rattan is for pussies;
From now on we'll only use steel.
And to keep every fight, from lasting an hour
I'm also outlawing the shield.
Chorus
And the feasting will be done at Arby's
'till the manager's countenance sours.
Then I'll hold drunken court in the basement of Steelholm,
And make sure it goes on for hours.
To the fighters give rubberband crossbows,
To the poets, give Crackerjack rings,
But I'll give Uncle Stephen a Pelican
'Cause I like the way the man sings.
Chorus
I'll send letters to various kingdoms;
Call the kings perverts and the queens whores.
There's a twenty dollar site fee this year boys;
Guess who owns the site for the war!
'Ere the battle starts I'll twist my ankle,
So I'll sit on the side and drink beer;
And make book on the odds for that novice,
That dumbfuck who borrowed my gear!
Chorus
And when my reign's finally over,
And the time's come for me to step down,
Your next sucker won't look so regal,
Since I went and pawned off your crowns.
Now, I've stepped down six thousand bucks richer
Though it's cost me a couple of friends;
But they say if I'm good, for another six months
I can come back and do it again
Final Chorus:
Do me wey hey, O you'll rue the day,
A barbaric bastard like me
Did show up to fight, here where might still makes right;
O just stick around and you'll see.
Do me wey hey, I'll go all the way
In buggering poor Calontir.
you pissed me off royal, and made my blood boil;
By God you just wait till next year.
It's the whole "Brom's Reign" attitude of it. For those not from Calontir, the BoD is the Board of Directors and the Witan is the peerage advisory council to the royalty.
Brom's Reign
Oh the feast's done and evening has fallen.
The air it is charged with fear.
the Bod it is sleeping, the Witan is weeping
"Oh God, please save poor Calontir!"
And the populace is in a ruckus
and many of them have fled.
And they're ALL crying "He's gonna fuck us
when they put that damn crown on his head."
Chorus:
Do me wey hey, O you'll rue the day,
A barbaric bastard like me
Did show up to fight, here where might still makes right;
O just stick around and you'll see.
Do me wey hey, I'll go all the way
In plundering poor Calontir.
you pissed me off royal, and made my blood boil;
Now you'll see just what I hold dear.
First I'll get to your treasury's money,
All that money you've worked for so hard:
And I'll piss it away on our new defence budget,
In other words, swords for my guard.
Well, I think that rattan is for pussies;
From now on we'll only use steel.
And to keep every fight, from lasting an hour
I'm also outlawing the shield.
Chorus
And the feasting will be done at Arby's
'till the manager's countenance sours.
Then I'll hold drunken court in the basement of Steelholm,
And make sure it goes on for hours.
To the fighters give rubberband crossbows,
To the poets, give Crackerjack rings,
But I'll give Uncle Stephen a Pelican
'Cause I like the way the man sings.
Chorus
I'll send letters to various kingdoms;
Call the kings perverts and the queens whores.
There's a twenty dollar site fee this year boys;
Guess who owns the site for the war!
'Ere the battle starts I'll twist my ankle,
So I'll sit on the side and drink beer;
And make book on the odds for that novice,
That dumbfuck who borrowed my gear!
Chorus
And when my reign's finally over,
And the time's come for me to step down,
Your next sucker won't look so regal,
Since I went and pawned off your crowns.
Now, I've stepped down six thousand bucks richer
Though it's cost me a couple of friends;
But they say if I'm good, for another six months
I can come back and do it again
Final Chorus:
Do me wey hey, O you'll rue the day,
A barbaric bastard like me
Did show up to fight, here where might still makes right;
O just stick around and you'll see.
Do me wey hey, I'll go all the way
In buggering poor Calontir.
you pissed me off royal, and made my blood boil;
By God you just wait till next year.