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Off with his head, it’s all for the best,
my eyes hang down with sorrow.
I moan and bellow for lost tomorrows,
gone away.

Off with his head, you lose what you bet.
Your will reigns down with terror,
oh feel the horror, oh see the fury
upon us all.

Lie in the sun – I keep my guard on –
cuz nothing ever comes when you expect.
Shoot all our guns, let’s kill off our sons!
We’ve too much time,
and too much life,
too many precious days.

Off with his head, it’s all for the best.
Your will reigns down with terror,
oh feel the horror, oh see the fury
upon us all.

Lie in the sun – I keep my guard on –
cuz nothing ever comes when you expect.
Shoot all our guns, let’s kill off our sons!
We’ve too much time,
and too much life,
too many precious days.

Off with his head, it’s all for the best,
my eyes hang down with sorrow.
I moan and bellow for lost tomorrows,
gone away.

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