The Conqueror

He climbs inside the looking glass

And points at anything he hates

He calls to you, "hey look out son

There's a gun they're pointing at your pretty face"



And the heads they are a rolling

Cos the conqueror is on his way

And the justice day is coming

For the conqueror is on his way



Five hundred little women

Are calling at their hero's door

Yes, their hero is working overtime

He's squirming on an empty floor



And the heads they are a rolling

Cos the conqueror is on his way

And the justice day is coming

For the conqueror is on his way



He's bought the castle on the hill

He's bought it just to knock it down

The local power shout him down

They say he's just an empty-headed clown



And the heads they are a rolling

Cos the conqueror is on his way

And the justice day is coming

For the conqueror is on his way



He's busy building monuments

To hide inside his empty grave

You there, can you find some souls

He's looking for some people to save



And the heads they are a rolling

Cos the conqueror is on his way

And the justice day is coming

For the conqueror is on his way

And the words of love are killing him

The conqueror is on his way



And the words of love were lying on an empty floor

Just in the place where the conqueror lay...


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