know the evil minds

The group of Brutus

They play a game

The knives behind backs

With free easy clothing hide

They hide their masks

They don't show their cards

They pretend to shout

They say all the right things

Everybody sings praises

How clever they behave

How right they are to be seen

Until the dark faces appear

By then the evil plans afloat

Into the arena of power and slavery

The group of Brutus

We mustn't fail to notice