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We Did Naught Start the Fyre

We did naught start the fyre

Bone club, stone club, wooden club, metal club, bigger clubs, better clubs, look at this mace
Bone knife, stone knife, wooden knife, not so much, metal knife, better knife, swords around the place

Riding saddle, stirrups, chain mail, horse lance, bigger shields better shields, heavy cavalry

Run ‘em over, run ‘em through, run ‘em down until you’re blue, kill them all, worry later,
God will know his own, right?

We did naught start the fyre
It was always burning since the world’s been turning-
We did naught start the fyre
(Wait, what vile lie is that? As all know the world’s flat.)

Roman fort, hill fort, palisade, catapult, trebuchet, castle siege, barbarians at the gate
Norman, Saxon, Viking raid, Scots, Irish, Moors in Spain, chain mail’s not enough, make some heavy plate

French can’t really win at all unless someone else makes the call, Lionheart, Saladin, Germans, Picts, Gauls

Stones throw at a castle wall, take their stuff and kill ‘em all, burn, rape, pillage, in the right order!

We did naught start the fyre
It was always burning since the world’s been turning
We did naught start the fyre
It was stormy one day, then a tree was burning

Joan of Arc kicked English ass, then they burned her at the stake, now you know why French can’t win, killing winners, big mistake

Nasty Muslims and those Jews, they don’t worship like we do, God Wills It and so do you, take their stuff and kill ‘em too

Charles Martel, Charlemagne, Turenne, Chuck du Gaulle, Jean Lannes, Phil Augustus, Military French guys all,

Chalons, Sack of Rome, Salsu, Badr, Bosra, Yarmouk, Iron Bridge, Siege Constantinople, Rome gets
Sacked again, Stamford Bridge, Hastings, Siege of Jerusalem, Agincourt and Crecy

We did naught start the fyre
It wert always burning since the world wast turning
We did naught start the fyre
No we did not light it but we did not fight it

Knights Templar, Church of Rome, British Navy, Thunderdome
(just checking to see if you were actually listening)
First Crusades, Second too, Northern Crusades, quite a few
Third and Fourth and Fifth and Sixth, Seventh Eighth Ninth took their licks,
Put on your Cross, grab your sword, kill them for the Christ our Lord

We did naught start the fyre
It wert always burning since the world wast turning
We did naught start the fyre
But we’ll conquer their lands with our bloody sword hands

Arabs had their dumb wars too, so don’t think we pick on you
China, Russia, and Iran, they’ve all screwed Afghanistan

And so they don’t feel left out, Japan’s had some wars, no doubt
But you don’t hear ‘bout these much, Western World’s what we all touch

You don’t hear about the bad, just the parts that make us glad
That we’re reading history, written by the winners!

We did naught start the fyre
It wert always burning since the world wast turning
We did naught start the fyre
But when we are gone, it’ll still burn on, and on, and on, and on...