| He climbs inside the looking glass
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| And points at anything he hates
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| He calls to you «Hey look out son
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| That’s a gun they’re pointing at your pretty face»
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| And the heads they are a rolling
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| Cause the conqueror is on his way
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| And the justice day is coming
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| For the conqueror is on his way
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| Five hundred little women are calling
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| At their hero’s door
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| Yes, their hero is working overtime
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| He’s squirming on an empty floor
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| And the heads they are a rolling
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| Cause the conqueror is on his way
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| And the justice day is coming
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| For the conqueror is on his way
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| He’s bought the castle on the hill
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| He’s bought it just to knock it down
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| The local power shout him down
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| They say he’s just an empty-headed clown
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| And the heads they are a rolling
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| Cause the conqueror is on his way
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| And the justice day is coming
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| For the conqueror is on his way
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| He’s busy building monuments
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| To hide inside his empty grave
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| You there, can you find some souls?
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| He’s looking for some people to save
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| And the heads they are a rolling
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| Cause the conqueror is on his way
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| And the justice day is coming
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| For the conqueror is on his way
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| And the words of love are killing him
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| And the conqueror is on his way
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| And the words of love were lying on an empty floor
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| Just in the place where the conqueror lay |