Old men run down In the streets As tears are falling down King is dead Long live the king He pain joy has become Stop thinking back To golden ages Filled with cheesy dreams Son, be ready for the day You'll meet The peephole queen She makes so that They look at her As she gets t0 the edge To show her people She's so brave To fight until the end Now everyone is tearing off The right hand to his son Pay a tribute if you want To be blessed by Her great scorn And i will give you my brains Just like you command And i will forget the old days And our old men But there's no way To hurt me baby, Show what you got