作曲 : Stolt
No sign of greatness, no sacred mother
Here comes the lowlife, this little ragged brother
World keeps him down, world keeps him restless
World lets him know he's not that precious
But he'll find his place in mean machinery
He'll dream away out of the scenery
No civil rights, no final justice granted
Go steal the show, you'll get busted
Go speak your mind and you'll be left out in the cold
Out of the limelight, you silly bastard!
"So be a good boy now and join the club
Your treasuredfreedom won't work out anyhow!"
Everyone wants to rule the world
Everyone wants the world in their hands
Everyone wants to rule the high and low
Father and son rise up to the call
"This little boy is grounded"
"This one is badly wired"
"This one wants out badly now"
"This one is sick and tired"
The more you hold him down, the more you feed his anger
The way he'll kick around to be the sole contender
These armed walls, ten tons of steel and concrete
Can't keep him silent, can't keep his lips from talking
The armed glass can't hide his ugly faces
His rage will linger on out from the silent spaces
Just like a bird will bleed and die upon a wire
He's like the dragonfly that's drawn into the fire
Everyone wants to rule the world
Everyone wants the world in their hands
Everyone wants to rule the high and low
Father and son rise up to the call
"Get your faces against the wall!!!"