Here we lie
At the banquet
Of the last white king
We are drunk
Here we lie
Celebrating
Like all fools do these days
Like all fools do these days
Here we lie
Celebrating
Like all fools do these days
Like all fools do these days
Lecherous, slanderous
We are prisoners
Rush! Chose the side!
Hush! Chose the side.
Guided by swine, advised by traitors
And the creeps around our fire places!
It's a vision
It's a lie
Here we march
To the banquet
Of the last white war
We are drunk
Here we die celebrating
Like all fools do these days
Like all fools do these days
It's a vision!
It's a lie.
Straight from starwars into stoneage
It's excitement and adventure!
Here's the cure for all our ailments
For the slaves of entertainment
As we drink the blood by gallons,
Fuel of our vices, baby
We would sing about the wonders
Awaiting us in a place called «heaven»…
It's a vision!
It's a lie.