Trouble isn't my middle name, 
Left in peace would make my day. 
You started the fire not me, 
Camouflaged in mystery. 

Plundering, murdering, 
Raiding coast to coast 
Good old days of gore, 
And now you tell me 
Bow to you and praise the Lords for 
Everything, everything 
You won for us. 
After all that was before, 
There weren't no amnesty 
International, 
Nobody to check you. 
Don't give me that 
'polis' 
That 'rule of law'.