Penny For The Guy

"Remember, Remember,
The fifth of November,
The Gunpowder treason and plot,
I see for no reason,
Why the gunpowder Treason,
Should ever be forgot"

Hear the false kings,
Braying to the flock,
Ignorant to pleading,
Bar the ticking of the clock,
The world moves around them,
Revolutions in the air
The People hear it coming,
But few really care.

There are few in the streets,
who are no longer slaves,
But they hear the ticking,
Soon'll come the day,
The day where all changes,
they're waiting for The Guy

"A Penny, A Penny"
You may hear them cry
"A penny, A Penny, A Penny for The Guy"

The Sheep become restless,
The Shepherds start to falter,
The guy smirks widely
"They're lambs to the slaughter"

"A Penny, A Penny"
He cries in the streets,
The lions stop and listen,
He begins to preach.

"There are some in this world,
Who'd see you on your knees
Men controlling masses,
Tsk,
'Tis sick indeed"

"They see us as their pawns,
to do with what they please,
Slaves nothing more,
But shackles?
I cannot see."

A whisper takes the crowd,
Their minds Finally free;
The shepherds start to fear,
The day is truly here,
They see the people coming,
Cruses on the wind,
Pennies fill the air,
The guy is finally here."