Men of Straw - Skyclad

I pray that soon the blessed meek their world shall inherit

When all of these bastards are judged by their merits

And called to account for the acts they’ve committed

The jury their victims, no sins are omitted

I’d gladly burn these men of straw who beat the weakest hardest

They sow the seeds of misery, let children reap the harvest

The lowest of the low are they, not fit to share our planet

They are not men but beasts indeed, so take this beast and hang it

Suffer the children, unseen and unheard

Who live in the dark closets where skeletons stirred

Behind mental parapets feelings lay hidden

They cried out for nothing and nothing were given

Why is it so hard to comprehend

They should not be released to re-offend

I think instead that they should take the place

Of the animals dissected by this so called human race

The time has come to take these scum and set a fine example

The only problem is I fear no punishment is ample

Now I am not a violent man but it would give me pleasure

To watch these vermin crucified then kill them at my leisure

They rob the young of innocence and then show no repentance

We should relieve them from their lives, the crime befits the sentence

Instead set free to hurt again for reasons I can’t figure

Just line them all against the wall and let me pull the trigger