Incoming

Aristocrats heads in baskets victims of a system they perpetuate
Roaring crowds (call for blood under a perfect sky)

My neck hurts my neck hurts
Such serious human behaviour
My neck hurts my neck hurts
Just because my heads in the bottom of a (basket)

A death bomb exploding in a war of pointlessness and hatred
The trenches (filled with blood) under a smoke filled (sky)

My neck hurts my neck hurts
Such serious human behaviour
My neck hurts my neck hurts
That's because a bullets smashed this poor pawn's spine

Here comes a candle to light you to bed
Here comes a chopper to chop of your head

Knights templar murderous dogs killing for a God they cannot see
Crusade forth (in darkness) in darkness under a starlite (sky)

My neck hurts
My neck hurts
Such serious human behaviour
My neck hurts
My neck hurts
Just because my home is holy land