Gentleman. Ladies! Get gassed!

It’s been always going on

Yourself why don’t you, please blast?

Could you, please, kick the bucket

And keep out of my business

Sacriface yourself for the masses

This brave deed to fame will rocket

Could you drink poison, please?

And then picturesquely die?

Will you blaze on live tv

Hey people hang this man

His face seems antisocial

His nation let’s enslave then

Great money is waiting there

Hey, babe, I’ve got a soul for sale

Start to trade. Don’t stop now

You’d better dance to my tune then

And say what I want to hear

I can see no other option...^[1]