I'm on top of the world, enjoying the fruits of decision Conquered the lame feeling brought on by your Spanish inquisition Hey you cannot beat a religion such as mine In a way I'm a relic of a god forsaken time
Sure business is tough and we've got to make a living So never mind the people you loot and consume your glory days I hardly can wait for the day the tables turn I will be there to spit on your grave When your soul for ever burns
Look for the writings on the wall This one's for you but from us all Look at your mirrors ugly face King of the scum of human race
Near sweet liberty sing it's a song with a truthful origin Lip up the sky dance and drink wine to the tune of judgement day Hey clouds start to pack, could this be your waiting sign? Don't think I care I'll take my share and my chain to look awayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
