| Song | Eirenarch |
| Artist | Skyclad |
| Album | The Answer Machine? |
| 作词 : Ramsey, Walkyier | |
| You say i'm a free man, | |
| But what does that mean to a social security number? | |
| A grey suit as sharp as a new guillotine, | |
| Bought and paid for while drugging us under | |
| Tell me what use is a citizens charter - | |
| When blood is the ink for the new | |
| Magna Carta? | |
| Sci-fi style weapons in feudal societies | |
| Fingers on buttons that twich with anxiety [Chorus:] | |
| Brought to our knees by the powers that maybe, | |
| Don't care if humanity lives or it dies. | |
| You're alright | |
| Jack - so you pulled up the ladder | |
| And hook, line and sinker you swallowed their lies. | |
| Now it seems that the truth is not easy to say | |
| Mouth stuffed with the goodies they sample. | |
| Stripped by their mistresses - tied up and flayed | |
| Like pye-dogs that would lead by example | |
| Not enough answers - and cash payed for questions | |
| Waste paper baskets - filled with good suggestions | |
| Show me a promise they made that has lasted | |
| Successes have fathers - but failure's a bastard [Chorus:] | |
| Brought to our knees by the powers that maybe, | |
| Don't care if humanity lives or it dies. | |
| You 're alright | |
| Jack - so you pulled up the ladder | |
| And hook, line and sinker you swallowed their lies. | |
| Your Motto was 'in god we trust - all others pay by cash' | |
| You hide beneath oak tables when the windows start to smash | |
| The natives are revolving open season on the scum | |
| Sit back and wait forever for the | |
| Eirenarch to come | |
| Rich and poor divide the classes, instigate two types of law | |
| Making ninteen nineties | |
| Heaven feel like 1984 | |
| Your finger on the trigger of a 12-bore in the dark | |
| When justice knocks upon your door send for the | |
| Eirenarch. |
| zuò cí : Ramsey, Walkyier | |
| You say i' m a free man, | |
| But what does that mean to a social security number? | |
| A grey suit as sharp as a new guillotine, | |
| Bought and paid for while drugging us under | |
| Tell me what use is a citizens charter | |
| When blood is the ink for the new | |
| Magna Carta? | |
| Scifi style weapons in feudal societies | |
| Fingers on buttons that twich with anxiety Chorus: | |
| Brought to our knees by the powers that maybe, | |
| Don' t care if humanity lives or it dies. | |
| You' re alright | |
| Jack so you pulled up the ladder | |
| And hook, line and sinker you swallowed their lies. | |
| Now it seems that the truth is not easy to say | |
| Mouth stuffed with the goodies they sample. | |
| Stripped by their mistresses tied up and flayed | |
| Like pyedogs that would lead by example | |
| Not enough answers and cash payed for questions | |
| Waste paper baskets filled with good suggestions | |
| Show me a promise they made that has lasted | |
| Successes have fathers but failure' s a bastard Chorus: | |
| Brought to our knees by the powers that maybe, | |
| Don' t care if humanity lives or it dies. | |
| You ' re alright | |
| Jack so you pulled up the ladder | |
| And hook, line and sinker you swallowed their lies. | |
| Your Motto was ' in god we trust all others pay by cash' | |
| You hide beneath oak tables when the windows start to smash | |
| The natives are revolving open season on the scum | |
| Sit back and wait forever for the | |
| Eirenarch to come | |
| Rich and poor divide the classes, instigate two types of law | |
| Making ninteen nineties | |
| Heaven feel like 1984 | |
| Your finger on the trigger of a 12bore in the dark | |
| When justice knocks upon your door send for the | |
| Eirenarch. |