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WAP - Well-Armed Peasants - THE VIDEO

@we-arerevolutionary  [see here for credits]

Lords in this house There’s some lords in this house There’s some lords in this house There’s some lords in this house

I said life's looking bleak Toiling seven days a week But now we're well-armed peasants This rebellion ain't weak!

Aye, aye, aye, aye Aye, thou art overtaxing well-armed peasants Bring a pitchfork and a torch for we're well-armed peasants All thy kingdom for a horse for these well-armed peasants

Hallowed halls, nobles eating feasts While we labour near deceased Magna Carta? Oh vassal, please Mediocris, at the very least Enough's enough, we've captured thy bride Want her back? Time to abide Or else we plot thy regicide There's the moat, go take a dive

We'll tie you up, and I advise Shut thy mouth, thou art despised We're gonna hang, draw, and quarter you From thy codpiece up to thine eyes A touch extreme, thee may scream Fie we say, "end the regime" You doth not cook, you doth not clean But soon all your maids will live like queens

Serving thee, tithing thee, never be the bourgeoisie Quick, hold thy tongue while polishing the filigree We're striking with the serfs til they hand over the castle keys Fain to perish fore I have a noble ruling me Seditious talk, hither let’s walk Uneasy lords watch us like a hawk Thou really mayn't never lift a finger for a thing Just like a drawbridge – down with the king!

Hide thy crown and thy cloak for we're well-armed peasants Dare thy knights for half a groat to fight us well-armed peasants Give up your fiefdom to this throng of well-armed peasants Just call Wat Tyler if you wanna see some well-armed peasants

Fie, fie, fie Fie, no more dining on thine wine and pheasants Bring a pitchfork and a torch, we're some well-armed peasants Give us everything you GOT for us well-armed peasants

Now from the summit thou shall plummet for we're well-armed peasants Get your own mop and bucket, now we're well-armed peasants Bards cry WAP WAP WAP, they're some well-armed peasants In the dungeons you shall rot, now we're well-armed peasants….

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“Yeah, I know. It was a surprise! A good surprise, really. I could see how happy you were. And it was nice to finally meet the famous Wei Ying,” Mingjue huffed into his hair.

Jiang Cheng tensed. “Famous…”

“Because you talk about him, Cheng-er. Because you care about him,” Mingjue was quick to say. “I do not secretly read physics news, I promise you.”

Jiang Cheng huffed a laugh. “Am I that obvious?”

“More that I’m figuring you out,” Mingjue said slowly. “Huaisang and I are so different that comparing us is ridiculous. We’re farther apart in age, too. But for you… I think I see what you meant, when you said he burns so brightly.” He pressed a kiss to Jiang Cheng’s temple. “It just makes me feel even luckier that I’m the one who found you.”

“Who the fuck said you could say romantic shit like that,” Jiang Cheng snarled, squirming out of the hug.

Mingjue laughed and started walking them towards the car again, keeping his arm around Jiang Cheng’s shoulders. “You can safeword if you really don’t like it.”

“Tch,” Jiang Cheng scoffed. But after they got into the car and put on their seatbelts, he reached over to take Mingjue’s hand. “Green,” he said softly, squeezing it.