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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeThe Conqueror
He climbs inside the looking glassAnd points at anything he hatesHe calls to you, "Hey look out sonThere's a gun they're pointing at your pretty face"And the heads they are a rollingCos the conqueror is on his wayAnd the justice day is comingFor the conqueror is on his wayFive hundred little womenAre calling at their hero's doorYes, their hero is working overtimeHe's squirming on an empty floorAnd the heads they are a rollingCos the conqueror is on his wayAnd the justice day is comingFor the conqueror is on his wayHe's bought the castle on the hillHe's bought it just to knock it downThe local power shout him downThey say he's just an empty-headed clownAnd the heads they are a rollingCos the conqueror is on his wayAnd the justice day is comingFor the conqueror is on his wayHe's busy building monumentsTo hide inside his empty graveYou there, can you find some soulsHe's looking for some people to saveAnd the heads they are a rollingCos the conqueror is on his wayAnd the justice day is comingFor the conqueror is on his wayAnd the words of love are killing himThe conqueror is on his wayAnd the words of love were lying on an empty floor
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