The Legend of John Arby

Thought he brought salvation
When he overran the state
Pushing civilization
Filling every plate
His bold creations
All the children ate
No satiation
Just stomachs full of hate

He forged a nation
Unified the herds
Through our privations
We were ever spurred
We faced starvation
Udders giving curds
In our desperation
Our pleas went unheard

So now we struggle day and night
To fill the bloody arbattoirs
Glowing signs adorn the sky
To praise his name beneath the stars

And with his hat pulled low
He came to reap what we had sown
And with enraptured lows
We placed the meat before his throne

Now for generations
He has ruled the west
Breeds the population
Serves us to his guests
His corporation
Feeds upon our flesh
No salvation
We never get to rest
So now we struggle day and night
To fill the bloody arbattoirs
Glowing signs adorn the sky
To praise his name beneath the stars
And with his hat pulled low
He came to reap what we had sown
And with enraptured lows
We place the meat before his throne

And with his hat pulled low
He came to reap what we had sown
And with enraptured lows
We place our meat before his throne

John Arby was a slave-driving man