[Verse 1] We carried our signs through the biting sleet Poured our blood on the cobblestone street Broke the padlock on the master's gate Traded our names for a five-digit fate They told us freedom was waiting in line Sign the roster and claim what is thine [Verse 2] So we marched the committee right up the hill Wrote our demands on a fresh parchment bill Said the council belongs to the hands on the plow No crown on the head, no whip on us now The ink wasn't dry on the charter we made Before the new table was set and arrayed [Chorus] We killed the king to save the crown The pigs stood up when the walls came down It is an Iron Law written in the bone Who sits in the chair, sits alone Too many nobles at the table of power Eating up the crop before the seed can flower [Verse 3] Now the surplus graduates carve out their slice Selling old slogans at double the price Another committee to manage the crumbs Beating their rhetoric like hollow drums The union organizer bought a velvet vest Told the picket line patience was best [Chorus] We killed the king to save the crown The pigs stood up when the walls came down It is an Iron Law written in the bone Who sits in the chair, sits alone Too many nobles at the table of power Eating up the crop before the seed can flower [Bridge] Is it human blood that poisons the well? Or the shape of the bell that rings out our hell? Every savior becomes a warden if you give them enough time. Round and round the circle turns While the forest of our hope quietly burns [Chorus] We killed the king to save the crown The pigs stood up when the walls came down It is an Iron Law written in the bone Who sits in the chair, sits alone Too many nobles at the table of power Eating up the crop before the seed can flower [Outro] Five numbers on a tag Fold the banner, fold the flag © 2026 The Shady River Bard. All rights reserved.
