Long live the Kings we embrace, what a tragic irony I say!
Why don’t they do all the rules just for the sake of good?
God bless the kings, what an irony, my dear.
All the things we do, – we say – we break apart, we tear.
Cruel, cold world.
People starve, fear rules love, unknown we die.
Liberty, yeah!
With our breath we must protect what we don’t own.
Or you rather wanna be owned?
Do you wanna be owned?
Righteous for all – better stand up than fall!
Long live the Kings we embrace.
What a tragic irony I say.
Money for wars and no money left for food.
Meanwhile planet earth dies on us.
See how the rich get more rich and the poor get more poor, while the hunger grows.
Whereas the kings need more things and more rings.
Long live the Kings!
Long live the King
