The ballad of the Millwheel

Many great ones through the ages Have attained to earthly power Yet they all had their hour As we witnessed behind our cages. Sad it is when fate as failed to speed them. But for us whose job it is to feed them, Whether this one's high or that one low The load on our shoulders always grow. Still the millwheel turns It turns forever Though what is uppermost Remains not so. The water underneath In vain endeavor, Does the work but always stays below. Many are different masters Who have ruled us in their day Eagles, hyenas and tigers Even swine have had their say. Wich of them was better than the others ? Every boot's the copy of its brother. Do you understand what's here intended ? We don't need no masters, we want all mastery ended. Refrain And they beat their heads Till they are bloody scrambling after booty. Everyone calls the other "rascal" And himself "the slave of duty". Time has come away to speed them. Each in lasting conflict with its brother. Only our will that we won't feed them Brings them to peace with one another. Refrain