I live alone and I give the orders
Shaking the sabres, scaring the neighbours
Deliver me from holy and evil
If anyone can, I know that he will
These are the end of the days, my friend
They are the happiest I will spend
A big fat nothing is what I'll get
But I'll hang around 'cos I'm not dead yet
We seem to stumble as if by order
From one disaster right to another
Famine and torture by manufacture
Made so prophetic - well just forgеt it
You run the numbers, you rig the jury
So wе salute you, we Morituri