A Pict Song Lyrics - Billy Bragg

Rome never looks where she treads 

Always her heavy hooves fall 

On our stomachs, our hearts, or our heads 

And Rome never heeds when we call 

Her sentries pass on "that is all" 

And we gather behind them in hordes 

And plot to reconquer their wall 

With only our tongues for our swords 

For we are the little folk, we! 

Too little to love or to hate 

Leave us alone and you'll see 

How we can drag down the state 

Mistletoe killing, an oak 

Rats gnawing cables in two 

Moths making holes in our coats 

How they must love what they do 

Yes and we little folk too 

We are as busy as they 

Working our works out of view 

Watch and you'll see it someday 

For we are the little folk we 

Too little to love or to hate 

Leave us alone and you'll see 

How we can drag down the state 

Yes it is true we are not strong 

But we know of Peoples that are 

Yes and we'll guide them along 

To smash and destroy you in war 

We should be slaves just the same 

Yes we have always been slaves 

But you, you will die of the shame 

And then we shall dance on your graves 

For we are the little folk we 

Too little to love or to hate 

Leave us alone and you'll see 

How we can drag down the state 

We are the worm in the wood 

We are the rot at the roof 

We are the taint in the blood 

We are the thorn in the foot