[CevepBiageCefm]

Coins and Crowns It's all heading down, down, down The peasants are spinning From the overall game of caps and coins We're all feeling Once they use for battle Without any gold available They just produce more Then our expenses go up and our jobs go down Starvation hope goes down and goes up Rage goes up then everything goes down, down, down Gold and silver from the floor Five thousand years of income noise Mine it up, soften it down A reasonable trade that keeps us noise Printing it up then it all falls Kings and queens with golden crowns Five thousand years of empires founded Make some battle, get some floor Only give bread and circus clowns to us To help keep us down