They took the children's bread
And they gave it to the dogs
Making so many people laugh so high

Why those cats get fat?
And came all the rats
Stole away the cheese
And doing as they please
Just expect that all the fact
Is white at all the lean
So between them they stand by you
They lick the plotter clean

Now they're gathering in the main street
Showing what's on that street
To a new [bad word] beat
Turning up the heat
Now the weak is strong
Singing a new song
Time [bad word] for us to right their wrongs