All empires   Eventually expire   And when they finally do   It’s never pretty.       So just sit back   And wait for the attacks   Especially in the major cities.      Please hold my hand, son.   Daddy’s got you.   Mamma’s out in the car and   She packed your favorite blue shoes.      Here they come   Exploding like the sun   Ringing in my ears like independence   I love you   This doesn’t favor me.   Still bullies out to get what’s coming.