We’re all equal, the people shout

Buzz and wave their banners about

Sure, says the spider with a toothy grin

My parlour is open, come right in

We’re all the same, the people say

No one can take our freedom away

Sure, says the boss who tries not to gloat

Do as I say or I’ll rip out your throat

We have rights, the people cry

Lifting their hands in prayer to the sky

Sure, says Mammon, whatever you say

You can have what you like, as long as you pay

Working and slaving from early to late

For a job, for a home, for food on your plate

At the mercy of those who will use you with glee

How can anyone think they are free