This house stands for apostasy To bring you peace through tyranny WINNER FAKES IT ALL This iron grip, inexorable Our principles are flexible WINNER FAKES IT ALL There once were fields where all this sits But little changed, still full of shit WINNER FAKES IT ALL Depleted trough too full of snouts While the sty rots from inside out WINNER FAKES IT ALL 'Cause this is Death by a thousand cunts Die, cunts die