In his high heels
And ermine robes
Presiding over his army of rats
Can wave his sceptre
All he likes
But still the winds howl
And the waters rise
And still we, his enemies,
Dance our outlawed dances
And sing our outlawed songs
Resistance at the root of all joy
In his high heels
And ermine robes
Presiding over his army of rats
Can wave his sceptre
All he likes
But still the winds howl
And the waters rise
And still we, his enemies,
Dance our outlawed dances
And sing our outlawed songs
Resistance at the root of all joy