Curse of the English commoner
They shift the blame to a foreigner
Its placed upon by the holier than thou
Manure in the fields, a smell so foul
How f*cking foul
Anarchists in check
Wickedness roams the streets
Pauper's funeral, a blasphemers trek
In plain sight, a red hand gleems
The flames of the righteous Lord attack the unjust
No comfort, down whiskey, the men named misery
Temptation and enticement, give into your lust
Addiction of the green
All to recite is boredom's poem
Watching in the ivory tower
Nothing but fiends
Fiends is what they are
The man who doesn't labour, there goes him
The flames of the righteous Lord attack the unjust
No comfort, down whiskey, the men named misery
Temptation and enticement, give into your lust
Won't you escape with me?
Take it all from me
Take it from me
Eternal - Man Named Misery Lyrics
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Curse of the English commoner
They shift the blame to a foreigner
Its placed upon by the holier than thou
Manure in the fields, a smell so foul
How f*cking foul
Anarchists in check
Wickedness roams the streets
Pauper's funeral, a blasphemers trek
In plain sight, a red hand gleems
The flames of the righteous Lord attack the unjust
No comfort, down whiskey, the men named misery
Temptation and enticement, give into your lust
Addiction of the green
All to recite is boredom's poem
Watching in the ivory tower
Nothing but fiends
Fiends is what they are
The man who doesn't labour, there goes him
The flames of the righteous Lord attack the unjust
No comfort, down whiskey, the men named misery
Temptation and enticement, give into your lust
Won't you escape with me?
Take it all from me
Take it from me
They shift the blame to a foreigner
Its placed upon by the holier than thou
Manure in the fields, a smell so foul
How f*cking foul
Anarchists in check
Wickedness roams the streets
Pauper's funeral, a blasphemers trek
In plain sight, a red hand gleems
The flames of the righteous Lord attack the unjust
No comfort, down whiskey, the men named misery
Temptation and enticement, give into your lust
Addiction of the green
All to recite is boredom's poem
Watching in the ivory tower
Nothing but fiends
Fiends is what they are
The man who doesn't labour, there goes him
The flames of the righteous Lord attack the unjust
No comfort, down whiskey, the men named misery
Temptation and enticement, give into your lust
Won't you escape with me?
Take it all from me
Take it from me
Writer: Leon Chapman
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