The Conqueror
He climbs inside the looking glassAnd points at anything he hatesHe calls to you, "Hey look out sonThere's a gun they're pointing at your pretty face"
And the heads they are a rollingCos the conqueror is on his wayAnd the justice day is comingFor the conqueror is on his way
Five hundred little womenAre calling at their hero's doorYes, their hero is working overtimeHe's squirming on an empty floor
And the heads they are a rollingCos the conqueror is on his wayAnd the justice day is comingFor the conqueror is on his way
He's bought the castle on the hillHe's bought it just to knock it downThe local power shout him downThey say he's just an empty-headed clown
And the heads they are a rollingCos the conqueror is on his wayAnd the justice day is comingFor the conqueror is on his way
He's busy building monumentsTo hide inside his empty graveYou there, can you find some soulsHe's looking for some people to save
And the heads they are a rollingCos the conqueror is on his wayAnd the justice day is comingFor the conqueror is on his wayAnd the words of love are killing himThe conqueror is on his way
And the words of love were lying on an empty floorJust in the place where the conqueror lay...