1.I must go on standing You can't break that which isn't yours I must go on standing I'm not my own, it's not my choice
2.Be afraid of the lame, they'll inherit your legs Be afraid of the old, they'll inherit your souls Be afraid of the cold, they'll inherit your blood Après moi, le deluge, after me comes the flood
3.Be afraid of the lame, they'll inherit your legs Be afraid of the old, they'll inherit your souls Be afraid of the cold, they'll inherit your blood Après moi, le deluge, after me comes the flood
4.I must go on standing You can't break that which isn't yours I must go on standing I'm not my own, it's not my choice
5.I must go on stan-stan-ding-ding You can't, can't break that, that Which isn't, isn't yours, yours
6.I must go on stan-stan-ding-ding I'm not, not my own, own It's not, not my choice, choice