A Man For No Season

Sir Thomas More
Did Henry the eighth
Ever test your faith?
Oh Sir Thomas More
Our royal line
Would change your mind
When it falls, falls away
Let’s celebrate the day
A man for no season
Our head of state
A time of no reason
Oh the folly of our wayward day
Since he’s so false
As head of state
To treason equate
Since he is so false
It’s a fool’s brand
Of «united» stand
When he falls, falls away
Let’s celebrate the day
A man for no season
Our head of state
A time of no reason
Oh the folly of our corporate ways
Oh Sir Thomas More
Administer a way
Though our state seems too far gone to save?
A man for no season
Our head of state
A time of no reason
Oh the folly of our wayward day
A man for no season
Our head of state
A time of real treason
Oh the folly of that beltway
A man for no season
Our headless stain
A chauvinist’s treason
United we’ll fall
With these travesties of state