Santi Manite
Sans Humanite No no no no no I say no my answer is no No no no no I say no My answer is no You may come with your rod of operation No no no no consolation Grieve and pain with bad education Sans humanité Man, I pity their condition/ When they have no ammunition For to fight with a lion in an open competition In anticipation for the coming celebration War, man, this is war and rebellion ’cause from me they shall suffer execution For against me they use their bad diction And I highly eloquent in the House of Parliament Sans humanité The earth a-tremblin and a tumbling and heavens are falling All because the Lion is roaring My tongue is like the blast of a gun When I frown monarchs are going to bow to the ground Devastation, destruction, desolation and damnation All these I inflict on insubordination With my gleaming sword in hand Tell Houdini This is the hour of destiny Oh Lennox if you can, won’t you play us the silver pan It looks like an oi