I've got a cruel disposition
With a vicious ambition
A renegade out on a mission
Sweet talking, hard walking men
Gave me a vision
They made up my mind
They made my decision
A cruel inquisition
On a false premonition
Followed by a rain
Of live ammunition
Left in the dust
Or led to conviction
I read you your rights
I got permission
I'm the leader of the wolf pack
That's hunting you down
I'm the serpent
That will poison your mind
With a good reputation
In the higher division
Preying on fear and superstition
I'm throwing a bone
And picking up a bunch
Cutting your legs
And eating them for lunch
I'm sitting on the throne of China
Reading headlines in the papers, yeah
I'm acting like a false messiah
All around a barren waste
I'm sitting on the throne of China
A false premonition, vicious ambition
With great superstition
Join!
The killing division
Name all your brothers
Enslave your mother
Give up your father
Lead them all to slaughter
