proletariat toilet

the sacrelegious 
sons of martyrs rage
this sounds suspicious
a threat we must engage

    smells like a job for boto
    let's go

throw up the barricades
stand your ground and spit
the torch lights draw near
we will settle this today

    smells like a job for boto
    let's go

hail
to the proletariat
hail 
to the toilet

oh, it seems to be 
the people never learn
to find the clean regime
away the shit must burn

    smells like a job for boto

hail 
to the proletariat
hail 
to the toilet



obacko