Serf's Song from Bootlickers/Bombthrowers by City Barricades

master of the house
was a well-liked man in town
he owned ten and fifty souls
and a golden crown

I was one such soul
born into my master's service
I bent my back to any task
all the work demanded of us
a tin samovar
a quiet life unlived
for all my pain and trouble
I did just what my master bid
my mother was a serf, my father too
and they did nothing but just what they'd
been told to
I would've been just like them
but one evening I met a strange man
he told me liberty was coming
all across the land
he gave me an iron blade,
placed it in my hand, told me
all I had to do was put my master
in his grave

master was a decent man
and I cut off the master's head
master was a decent man
and I cut off the master's head

what a grievous sin it was, to contemplate such an evil deed
and yet I could not get the thought from my head

the master's wife and children
why had they been born to love and life?
while I was just a piece of property

It wasn't for liberty I did what I did
it was not for freedom, it was not for money
I cut off the master's head
because I realized
I wanted to

I cut off the master's head
and buried it deep in the woods, and
though the czar's police caught me in the end
I'd do it all the same
I'd cut off the master's head again

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