Lyrics:

Many great ones through the ages
Have attained to earthly power
Yet they all have their hour
As we witnessed behind our cages
Sad it is when Fate has failed to speed them
But for us whose job it is to feed them
Whether this one's high or that one low
The load on our shoulders always goes
Still the mill wheel turns
It turns forever
Though what is uppermost remains not so
The water underneath
In vain endeavor
Does the work
But always stays below
Many are different masters
Who have ruled us in their day
Eagles, hyenas and tigers
Even swine have had their say
Which of them was better than the other?
Every boot's a copy of its brother
Do you understand what's here intended?
We don't need no masters, we want all mastery ended
Still the mill wheel turns
It turns forever
Though what is uppermost remains not so
The water underneath
In vain endeavor
Does the work
But always stays below
And they beat their heads till they are bloody
Scrambling after booty
Every one calls the other rascal
And himself the slave of duty
Time has come away to speed them
Each in lasting conflict with its brother
Only our will that we won't feed them
Brings them to peace with one another
Still the mill wheel turns
It turns forever
Though what is uppermost remains not so
The water underneath
In vain endeavor
Does the work
But always stays below