Release the hounds
The chase is underway
Today we bag
A different kind of prey

Hear the bugle call
We're feasting on a lord today

If you're highborn
And well mustachioed
You may expect
A gutting in the road

Hear the bugle call
Are you the next to fall
To quench the killer's sword today?
We're feasting on a lord today

It seems in England
We have two laws
One for the rich
Another for the poor

But if your bobbies come knocking on our doors
You best prepare
To get a knock on yours
A hooded guest, you'll greet in your salon
A silver tray he'll serve your carcass on

Uncork the beaujolais!
O! Watch the scarlet spray!
We'll guzzle and we’ll gorge today!
We're feasting on a lord today!