You met Bill Ferny's friend, you said "Is this man an Orc?"
'Cause you're working for the clampdown
You believe the Elves when they say they are more than you!
When they're working for the clampdown
And they teach their racist thoughts
To you young believers
And they train their favorite Men
To be true believers
They're after Saruman but I say he's your only friend
But you're working for the clampdown
No mortal with a living soul
Can be working for the clampdown
Kick over the wall, cause Elvish rule to fall
How can you refuse us?
Peoples of Middle-Earth, united we shall rise
Drive them all back over the sea
The Eldar use you and discard you
Stop wasting your time there's no one coming
Don't be a fool, Elrond won't try to save you
The Elves from Over Sea are old and cunning
They don't risk nothing, so boy get running
It's just years of mortal lives, so they don't care
We're from here and you're from here
You're working for the clampdown
Ten thousand years of Noldor rule
You're working for the clampdown
Ask yourself what they have given you
How is your life better?
You drifted into Moria
Made your first kill there
Join with us, throw out the foreign tyrants
Stop working for the clampdown
But make up your mind today; quislings will soon pay
For working for the clampdown
But ha! Gitalong! Gitalong!
And I've given away no secrets. Who's barmy now?
