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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 Aus Songtexte Mania