An autopsy of society

Dead, dead, dead  

Dead the society 

Dead the politician  

Dead the governor 

Whose house was once a welcome 

Dead dead dead 

Dead the councilman 

Dead the taxman 

Dead the economy  

In trade and shillings, penny    

Dead the Children

Dead the schools

Dead prosperity and glisters bright

Dead the market bustling quiet

Dead the halls that lay bare

Dead the neighbour that shares a sugar

Dead the roads, the workingmen’s club

Dead the churches

Dead the theaters of opera sang

Dead the father

Dead the wife

Dead the sibling chaotic home bliss, oh joy  

Dead the good men that once stood

Dead the given and charities too

Dead the dead and deader the deaded 

For the leach of green greed

Has been accepted in chambers guild

By the men, chosen as guardians of us all 

Dead, dead, dead 

Now who killed Willy wanker 
Is Willy wanker dead?