Bring me the heads of your leaders
I want them to tell me what all this killing is for
Bring me the list, of all of the troops and civilians
That fell in the name of their war
You’re bought and you’re sold and they’re coming for more
You’re too easy to flatter…….
The sixties have gone, and how fast does time fly?
This is no way to stop war
Bring me their heads, bring me their heads, bring me their heads
The Harvest this year was as bad as we feared
The crops have all failed
Here is the proof that your GM crops are no good
Someone must pay…..
Bring me their heads, bring me their heads, bring me their heads
Someone must pay
They’ll all have to pay
Someone must pay
They’ll all have to pay
Is there nobody left who can see what they’re doing?
Is there no one, who will seek to revenge?
Is there nobody left? Is there no one left?
Is there nobody left who will seek to revenge?
Bring me their heads, Bring me their heads, Bring me their heads……
Words by Mark from Last Under The Sun – All Empires Crumble CD