The Frog Republic

Chains of gold on a distant shore
Taxes paid in blood forevermore
The lily flag flies, a poisoned crown
Crushing villages, burning them down
Your bread is stolen, your soil is bled
While the fat men feast on the poor man's bread

STARVE! The harvest rots in the field
STARVE! Your fate forever sealed
The tricolor waves, the bellies are hollow
Colonial graves are all you can follow
DEATH BY DECREE — THE FROG'S REPUBLIC!

They came with Bibles, they came with guns
Broke your nations one by one
Cotton, cocoa, uranium veins
Fed to the empire, bound in chains
Your children wither, your mothers weep
While Paris sleeps and the ledger's kept

STARVE! The harvest rots in the field
STARVE! Your fate forever sealed
The tricolor waves, the bellies are hollow
Colonial graves are all you can follow
DEATH BY DECREE — THE FROG'S REPUBLIC!

Decades pass, the debts remain
Independence was a word in vain
The franc still rules, the bombs still fall
AFRIQUE — hear the reaper's call!

Fran;afrique — a leash of steel
Your starving hands signed the deal
Now the warlords dance to a Paris tune
While famine sings a funeral rune

STARVE! STRAVE! THE LAND IS DRY!
STARVE! YOUR KINGDOMS DIE!
FLEUR-DE-LIS PLANTED IN YOUR GRAVE
THE REPUBLIC'S BOOT — FOREVER YOUR SLAVE!
RAAAAGH!

Blood and dust... the flag still flies...
France... feeds on your dying cries...
...STARVE...