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no fucking rounds can hit him no, no chain made can hold him don't make that one mistake turn your back your life he'll take no, no standing army can turn him the politicians don't understand him he burns with fire, shines with hate down on their knees to accept their fate he is the pharao the man who's shaping our destiny madness - noone may stop - try he lives to kill he is the pharao who knows what he has in store just one more nasty surprise we must prepare to strike back he's just like a loaded gun in the hand of a child there is no time to run he senses your presence close he, he smells your fear nearby you feel your anger slowly build let's say good bye old man have a nice try [chorus] |
