Lyrics

I'll be nice to the poor if you are nicer to me If you promise not to bully the bourgeoisie Then we might throw you a bone From our designer homes We've got time to kill So it's time to kill And we'll allow you to vote, but we'll break all the machines Unless you take back all your jokes about guillotines You're allowed to stand and fight But you'd better be polite We've got all your pills And it's time to kill We're disappointed in you for all wе thought you could be If only you grew up with a life likе me But that is no excuse It's just the life you choose Now you know the drill Now it's time to kill