One score for stepparents and the Seven Dwarves
Falling all over yourselves
To be the fairest in the land
Slavery to a cruel idol
Slavery to a hollow fable
Don't forget that your Aryan l*** has led
To one hundred men hanging from trees amid the circling crows
And as only the obscure know, the tainted fruit never ends
They opened your mouth and they poured in the good of the land
Then they claimed and leashed you to their heavenly plan
Now the ghosts of a dead empire are written all over your face
Along with the failed ruins of their version of eternal grace
Falling all over yourselves
To be the fairest in the land
Slavery to a cruel idol
Slavery to a hollow fable
Don't forget that your Aryan l*** has led
To one hundred men hanging from trees amid the circling crows
And as only the obscure know, the tainted fruit never ends
They opened your mouth and they poured in the good of the land
Then they claimed and leashed you to their heavenly plan
Now the ghosts of a dead empire are written all over your face
Along with the failed ruins of their version of eternal grace