all the fur and fin will lose again cause our better is their worst reckonin and our fine feathered friends will sing until they bleed and how will we replace that symphony i ve got the blackest boots the whitest skin satisfy my sugar tongue again sing me lullabies of shoe shine days gilded verses for your atheling and sing it to me free and clean all the kids come home with foreign limbs from hunting trips abroad they lose again and we ll teach them how to talk and whistle while they walk and do the dirty work of battle hymns i ve got the blackest boots the whitest skin satisfy my sugar tongue again sing me lullabies of shoe shine days gilded verses for your atheling and sing it to me free and clean drinking tea with milk and janjaweed pontificate on genocide or greed with a spoonful of dissent for the orchestra of need is just enough to please this colony i ve got the blackest boots the whitest skin satisfy my sugar tongue again bring me lullabies and morphine dreams belladonna with her atropine and sing it to me free and clean