One, two, three, four GO!

The king is dead, the king is dead
I don’t mind, they’ll just get a new name for one like him
Blood is red, thoughts are read
Like a book, but nothing is understood
Police state, police state
Go to jail, just because you greeted the wrong man
Forget his fate, forget your fate
Betray your mate, traitors are always loved

We know how this is gonna turn out

And still…
We meet again…
We bleed again…
It’s greed again…
It’s me again!

The mob is doomed, the mob is doomed
Even Bush seems intelligent compared to one
Out of the womb, out of the womb
And into the quicksand
Police man, police man
A right to protect and a right to beat
Up my friends, beat up my friends
Expressing opinions is always loved

We know how this is gonna turn out

And still…
We meet again…
We bleed again…
It’s greed again…
It’s me again!

We know how this is gonna turn out
We know how this is gonna turn out

We know how this is gonna end
Know how this is gonna end
Know how this is gonna end
Know how this is…

Know how this is gonna end
Know how this is gonna end
Know how this is gonna end
Know how this is…

And still…
We meet again…
We bleed again…
It’s greed again…
It’s me again!