Carpets on the Walls

We build a house

But not for us

It's for the lords

To please their gods

Clean the crown

In your let down

All dressed up

but face in mud

Do not let them see how

You must drudge

For a smaller crown

A kingdom made of cardboard

And on top of it a useless queen

Cleanse the crown

In your let down

Cleanse the crown

In your let down

We build a house

With carpets on the walls

Golden ceilings and white floors

So don't forget

For whom this is

Ha, ha, ha, how right we are?

Ha, ha, ha, how right we are?