on the brink
Crown thy head
The service is due
Turn, face the peasants
Extend your rule...
Your day is coming, Georgie boy
When the fists are pumping
We're feeling paranoid
When the full moon's shining you're out there on the prowl
And the freaks are sprawling, calling your name out loud
"Off with their heads
No alibis will do
Don't ruffle the feathers
Don't mess with the stew"
Your day is coming, Georgie boy
All the suits you're trumping, we're simply ovеrjoyed
But all the things you're hiding will surfacе after all
With your heavy head hanging
Banging against the wall
Run for your health
For prosperity remains your number one concern
And the fact is, we're always on the brink
Much closer than you think...
Your day is coming, Georgie boy
When the fists are pumping
We're feeling paranoid
When the full moon's shining you're out there on the prowl
And the freaks are sprawling, calling your name out loud
Calm all the tremors
Prune the trees down to size
Fill your pockets with candy
While all your children cry
Your day is coming, Georgie boy
All the suits you're trumping, we're simply overjoyed
But all the things you're hiding will surface after all
With your heavy head hanging
Banging against the wall