The conqueror

He climbs inside the looking glass
And points at anything he hates
He calls to you: Hey look out son
There's a gun they're pointing at your pretty face

And the heads they are a rolling
Cos the conqueror is on his way
And the justice day is coming
For the conqueror is on his way

Five hundred little women
Are calling at their hero's door
Yes, their hero is working overtime
He's squirming on an empty floor

And the heads they are a rolling
Cos the conqueror is on his way
And the justice day is coming
For the conqueror is on his way

He's bought the castle on the hill
He's bought it just to knock it down
The local power shout him down
They say he's just an empty-headed clown

And the heads they are a rolling
Cos the conqueror is on his way
And the justice day is coming
For the conqueror is on his way

He's busy building monuments
To hide inside his empty grave
You there, can you find some souls
He's looking for some people to save

And the heads they are a rolling
Cos the conqueror is on his way
And the justice day is coming
For the conqueror is on his way
And the words of love are killing him
The conqueror is on his way

And the words of love were lying on an empty floor
Just in the place where the conqueror lay