He climbs inside the looking glass
  And points at anything he hates
  He calls to you, "Hey look out son
  There's a gun they're pointing at your pretty face"
     And the heads they are a rolling
   Cos the conqueror is on his way
   And the justice day is coming
   For the conqueror is on his way
    Five hundred little women
  Are calling at their hero's door
  Yes, their hero is working overtime
  He's squirming on an empty floor
     And the heads they are a rolling
   Cos the conqueror is on his way
   And the justice day is coming
   For the conqueror is on his way
    He's bought the castle on the hill
  He's bought it just to knock it down
  The local power shout him down
  They say he's just an empty-headed clown
     And the heads they are a rolling
   Cos the conqueror is on his way
   And the justice day is coming
   For the conqueror is on his way
    He's busy building monuments
  To hide inside his empty grave
  You there, can you find some souls
  He's looking for some people to save
     And the heads they are a rolling
   Cos the conqueror is on his way
   And the justice day is coming
   For the conqueror is on his way
   And the words of love are killing him
   The conqueror is on his way
    And the words of love were lying on an empty floor
  Just in the place where the conqueror lay...