He climbs inside the looking glass
And points at everything he hates
He calls to you hey look out son
Thats a gun theyre pointing at your pretty face
And the heads they are rolling
For 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 heros door
Yes their heros working overtime
Hes squirming on an empty floor
And the heads they are rolling
For the conqueror is on his way
And the justice day is coming
For the conqueror is on his way
Hes brought the castle on the hill
Hes brought it just to knock it down
The local power shout him down
They say hes just an empty headed clown
And the heads they are rolling
For the conqueror is on his way
And the justice day is coming
For the conqueror is on his way
Hes busy building monuments
To hide inside his empty grave
You there can you find some friend
Hes looking for some people to save
And the heads they are rolling
For 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
And 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