Whipping Boy

Press the flesh
Wave and smile
Shake the salt
Sell the lie

And I will cut the switch to strip a hide
And I will dig the ditch to bury every princely lie

Whatever crimes the kings devise
The whipping boy will pay the price

Us or them
Demonize
Crust for bread
Nose for wine

And I am glad the trains still run on time
I look the other way so long it's not me and mine

Whatever crimes the kings devise
The whipping boy will pay the price
Whatever lies the princes hide
The whipping boy will pay the price

An iron flag unfurled
A turtle on its back
A liquid history
A propaganda tack
They claim to save the world
And then enslave the world
To sell the flag for scrap
And kick the turtle on its back

Sound alarms
Hue and cry
Stoke the mob
Aim and fire