your bombs always leave a hole in my chest   tactics even the kgb would be   jealous of the infultration of the stronghold   is of no difficulty   greatness has everything to do with kingship   a ruler with a fist as powerful as his sceptre   this is about power, this is about government   this is about wearing heavy armor this is about protection   even though you have no one to fear   measuring your time spent on the throne in months   and the length of your red carpet in years   this is about dreams and drunkeness   and in your stupor you burnt your own castle to the ground   you've made them angry   and the people have a voice   its called the flamberge   here comes death in a red dress   our love for war. can only. bring us. to the. firing squad   so tie yourself down this is going to be one hell of a ride   put a revolver to, the strongest man's head, and you'll get him to cry   and wish to god he never had to endure   the test of will the test of strength   the chinese torture methods   were all wrong and in the morning   you'll wish you were dead   now reflect assassinate the president   they tell you revolution is a healthy part of progress   and so we'll seal the deal with a shot   you grab the gun i'll grab the booze   you're not going to want to remember any of this   and like a dream it can fade   swirl away like everything else   we'll take the stage via stolen arms   and dance the night away not worrying which wire to cut   the blue, the red; neither are important   and as the song ends we'll know how to disarm the bomb   the world is safe once more   but we're not i know its all been said and done before   i'm just another hopeless romantic   i know its all been said and done before   a heartbroken cliche