He's got fire in his eyes and there's petrol on his hands What was going through his head, I will never understand Now there's football scarves and there's flowers at his gate And there's so much devastation that you just can't contemplate But you know that it's real ♪ You just know, you can feel ♪ He's got tears in his eyes and there's blood on his hands But his self-preservation was the only real plan Now there's microphones and there's cameras in his face And his crocodile tears make the whole thing just seem fake But you know that it's real
You just know, you can feel The fire ♪ It's on his hands It's on his hands ♪ It's on his hands It's on his hands His hands