A new song should be something along the lines of:
“Fear them not, fear them not,
The governing body is full of s’not;
It won’t come true, it won’t come true,
S’not for me, s’not for you;
I wish they’d go, and not come back,
Our rights they must always attack;
False prophets, be gone, just get out,
So free and joyful we may shout!”
Now there’s a page from the kind of songbook which really ought to be published.