Woe unto the king. Fate has got your name.
Now Its gotten so very late. Now they’re coming for you.

Everyday you tell a lie. some may cost another life.
You don’t see the people die. And we know that you don’t cry.

Suffer the little children. Do you see their tears.
Will their faces haunt you. As you pass through the years.

Woe the little children. Can you hear them cry.
Can you help their mothers make it through the night.

Now you know you got blood on your hands
You crime is quite clear
Now you know there is a price to pay
For those that feed on fear

Now your afraid cause you know
Don’t you know by now
Can you hear them coming for you
The mob is coming for you now