[Verse 1]
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

[Verse 2]
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

[Bridge]
Chained to the oars below
Or bound to the wheel
Drums beating hard and slow
Under the heel

[Verse 3]
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