The Cretin Songtext
von Blood of the Lannisters

The Cretin, inborn defect to infect the masses
Bastardised, contemptible cronies collide
Fools, to them we are the rats, to be lead by the piper
Too late we forget, we′re not rats

Soulless drones, hypno mode
The blind leading the blind
Vapid mass distraction
Prepare for the age of the Cretin

Cower in shame


The Cretin, turns us on ourselves
When will we learn?
If we submit to this perverted master
We might as well be dead

Abbott, Turnbull, Hanson, Shorten
President Trump
Motherfucking cretins

The Cretin, we all know who
Decrepit gene pool polluting assassins
Society groans under the strain
Where to from here?
Your head hammered to the ground by degenerates