This one´s not going to end well But after he´s gone The traders will trade Fliers will fly Seafarers will ride on the swell
Shading their eyes in the glare of the sun Though this one´s not going to end well For anyone
This one´s not going to end well But after he´s gone The gypsy will smile And the poets will dream And their fortunes in crystal she´ll tell As she looks in the glass where the stories are spun Though this one´s not going to end well For anyone
Chained to the oars below Or bound to the wheel Drums beating hard and slow Under the heel
This one´s not going to end well Still after he´s gone They´ll whip up old lies To ride into power And history comes back from hell Give a tyrant his way with the club and the gun This one´s not going to end well For anyone This one´s not going to end well For anyone