Here you are again Out of the closet Full of your old fashioned skeletons
Pointing their finger On all that’s different Announcing the end that will come
Once you wore black Once you wore white Always in some disguise But uniforms change Your manners don’t Playing the same old song
Hear the trumpets of the apocalypse Ancient prophets now announce the end Frustration on a choir of lunacy The valkyries will ride Back to their graves again
Behind a weapon or keyboard A vulnerable biggot Pretends to stand tall
Repressing feelings for years Everyone’s a sinner And pleasure disturbs
Once you wore black Once you wore white Always in some disguise But uniforms change Your manners don’t Playing the same old song
Hear the trumpets of the apocalypse Ancient prophets now announce the end Frustration on a choir of lunacy The valkyries will ride Back to their graves again
Hear the trumpets of the apocalypse Ancient prophets now announce the end Frustration on a choir of lunacy The valkyries will ride Back to their graves again Again Again
