John Brown (Triumphal March)

You’ve got a lot to learn
You’ve got a lot to learn my friend
If it’s not nailed down I’ll steal it
If it has a heartbeat, I’ll kill it and eat it
Save your smiles for someone else
I’m bound for hell
I’m bound for hell
Hands in the air
'Coz John Brown’s here
With a twisted smile
And tangled hair
Hands on your head
'Coz John Brown’s says
«I'm he’s twice as rotten
Now that I’m back from the dead»
You’ve got a lot to learn
You’ve got a lot to learn my friend
Tattooed across his hands
The words «hate» and «hate»
There’s nowher to run
'Coz it’s far too late
Save your smiles for somone else
I’m bound for hell
I’m bound for hell
Hands in your pockets
'Coz John Brown’s on and
He’s got nothing to lose
And you just can’t stop him
Hands on your head
'Coz John Brown’s says
«I'm twice as rotten
Now that I’m back from the dead»
You’ve got a lot to learn
You’ve got a lot to learn my friend
He’s been buried already
The earth spat him back
It refused to accept
A man like that
Save you tears
For someone else
I’m bound for hell
I’m bound for hell
I’m bound for hell
I’m bound for hell
I’m bound for hell
I’m bound for hell