Whole Point of No Return

The Lords and Ladies pass a ruling.
The sons and girls go hand in hand,
From good stock and the best breeding,
Paid for by the servile class,
Who have been told, or lie in state
To bow down forth and face their fate.
Oh it's easy. So, so easy.

All righteousness they build thy arrow,
To shoot it straight into their lies.
Who would expect the might sparrow
Could rid the world of all their kind?
Rising up and taking back
The property of ev'ry man.
It's so easy.
So, so easy.

Rising up to break this thing.
From fam'ly trees the dukes do
Swing.
Just one blow to scratch the itch.
The law's made for 'em by the rich.
It would be easy. So, so easy