This One’s Not Going To End Well

This one's not going to end well

But after he's gone, the traders will trade

Fliers will fly, seafarers will ride on the swell

Shading their eyes in the glare of the sun

Though this one's not going to end well

For anyone

This one's not going to end well

But after he's gone, the gypsy will smile

And the poets will dream

And their fortunes in crystal she'll tell

As she looks in the glass where the stories are spun

Though this one's not going to end well

For anyone

Chained to the oars below

Or bound to the wheel

Drums beating hard and slow

Under the heel

This one's not going to end well

Still after he's gone, they'll whip up old lies

To ride into power, and history comes back from hell

Give a tyrant his way with the club and the gun

This one's not going to end well

For anyone

This one's not going to end well

For anyone