Testo di 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