| I come prepared with my eyes shut tight
|
| I come prepared with my knuckles white
|
| I come prepared with a map of the hill where my enemies fell
|
| I come prepared and you’ve been busy crying wolf
|
| Listen to the scoundrel’s hail to the king
|
| I come prepared with a cup of water filled to the brim
|
| I come prepared when their gaping mouthes are ready for the pill
|
| I come prepared when their bloodshot eyes are awaiting me
|
| I come prepared with a tender hand and honesty
|
| Don’t you go away
|
| Here comes the scene the scene the figures in between
|
| The people dancing hard in the snap trap’s gleam
|
| The shore the sore the people at the door
|
| The people braking backs for the diamonds in the ore
|
| It’s wrong so wrong they’ve been living for too long
|
| The language is forbidden but they keep on holding on
|
| To the the scene the scene the figures in between
|
| The people dancing hard in the snap trap’s gleam
|
| Don’t you go away
|
| You don’t have to go with them
|
| I come prepared with the knowledge of the seven seas
|
| I come prepared the letters that you haven’t sent
|
| I come prepared with a map of the hill where my enemies fell
|
| I come prepared and you’ve been busy crying wolf
|
| Don’t you go away
|
| You don’t have to go with them
|
| Listen to the scoundrel’s hail to the king |