I heard a rumor from the east That Pit Moles' battles with the beast Have left them mindless and sick, That west is where, their fingers say, Are new
They lie about all through the day Thinking that they should be paid For all 'em knowing how to breed Producing more for us to have to pay for their food
They lie about all through the day Thinking that they should be paid For all 'em knowing how to breed Producing more for us to have to pay for their
