Letras
Mercenary soldiers dressed up in black
Are making plans behind our back
Meeting secretly at night
Whispering the time is right
Who's gonna rule when the governments fall?
And is it free for all like a barroom brawl?
Black-armed bands of anarchy
Are won without much sympathy
For reasons why we fight the law
Of dog-eat-dog which we deplore
Aggravation, agitation
Stirring up a revolution
Nothing new, but have we learnt?
In early days this script was burnt
A fire in the minds of the oppressed
But they were shot down like the rest
They prowl the streets from dawn they roam
Not in packs but on their own
You can light or you can phone
But they'll still get into your home
But who's gonna rule when the governments fall?
And is it free for all like a barroom brawl?
Conversation, friction, tension
Stirring up the opposition
Nothing new, but have we learnt?
In early days this script was burnt
A fire in the minds of the oppressed
But they were shot down like the rest
So what's it gonna be down the hall now?
Who's gonna rule when the governments fall?
Who's gonna rule when the, when the governments
When the governments fall