Hold a torch to my chin
I wanna look dead sinister like

I could've screamed "bloody murder"
Don't believe the buses
Soundbites eat away at your call
(Eat away at your call)
Caught up in the rhetoric that bubbles and fizzes
Freedom isn't locking your doors
(Lock your doors)
Big Bob of little England
Dragon slayer bulldog
Wrapped in a red cross
Draws a ring around himself
Fat Bill of white America
Redneck racist eagle
Draped in delusion
Builds a wall across his borders

Rollover! rollover!
Rollover! rollover!
Rollover! rollover!
Rollover! rollover!

You have the right to bare arms if you've got the right coloured arms
On the right side of the law
(I know my rights, I know my rights)
You have the right to bare arms if you've got the right coloured arms
On the right side of the law
(I know my rights, I know my rights)

Rollover! rollover!
Rollover! rollover!
Rollover! rollover!
Rollover! rollover!

He knows his rights, he knows his rights
He's a madman with an evil croon(?)
He knows his rights, he knows his rights
He took the oil from the Afghan moon
And when he's hungry he'll eat over your body
And when he's hungry he'll eat over your body
He'll take your daughter
And take your son
He'll take your daughter
And take your son

Rollover! rollover!
I know my rights
Rollover! rollover!
I know my rights
Rollover! rollover!
I know my rights
Rollover! rollover!
I know my rights

Hold a torch to my chin
I wanna look dead sinister like