The Many Serve the Few
(to the tune of “Cheek to Cheek”)
a parody by Brent Johnson
Heaven
Nine eleven
On that day in every way my dreams came true
And my power-crazed imagination knew
That the many would be servants of the few
Heaven
Seven seven
When explosives in the London metro blew
It provided us some brand new chances to
Make the many be the servants of the few
Oh
The world has gotten smaller
From the elite point of view
And what thrills me most is
Knowing that the many serve the few
Oh
Don’t speak to me of freedom
Or of liberty for you
To the power-mad
The only creed
Is the many serve the few
Don’t you understand
That we rule through fear
Terrorists are near
I wish that you would hear to me it’s
Heaven
Nine eleven
On that day in every way my dreams came true
And my power-crazed imagination knew
That the many would be servants of the few
Oh
The world has gotten smaller
From the elite point of view
And what thrills me most is
Knowing that the many serve the few
Oh
Don’t speak to me of freedom
Or of liberty for you
To the power-mad
The only creed
Is the many serve the few
Why don’t you understand
That we rule through fear
Terrorists are near
I wish that you would hear that it’s
Forever
War on Terror
Give us tools to make the fools all toe the line
They don’t realize that it’s all by design
And I’m thinkin’ that the future’s lookin’ fine