The merchies on the sulky’s give less than half a shyte
Wrapped up in a sulky merchie’s world
They don’t want your approval and in some ways might be right
They’re blinkered once the banners are unfurled
Tearing down the motor-way, flaking stick in hand
Lantern Lord Jaysus what is this?
Spokesmen from all sides claim that no one understands
And the dearth of any empathy is bliss