Self-Rule from The Worm Has Turned

Fixed bayonets in the crisp autumn air And I have to wonder why I don’t even care Scarlet epaulets and well-oiled hair I invade the nations of the poor But I can’t fight my own battles, can’t find a cure I’ll make them feel my rod till they can’t take anymore A cry of war is heard throughout the land But all I have is self-blame on hand I’ll crush their kingdom with a fistful of sand I’ll subject you to horror I’ll subject you cause I can’t rule myself I rule a nation I rule a nation but I can’t rule myself Fixed bayonets in the crisp autumn air And I have to wonder why I don’t even care I have to wonder why I don’t even care