no fucking rounds can hit him

no, no chain made can hold him

don't make that one mistake

turn your back your life he'll take

no, no standing army can turn him

the politicians don't understand him

he burns with fire, shines with hate

down on their knees to accept their fate

he is the pharao

the man who's shaping our destiny

madness - noone may stop - try

he lives to kill

he is the pharao

who knows what he has in store

just one more nasty surprise

we must prepare to strike back

he's just like a loaded gun

in the hand of a child

there is no time to run

he senses your presence close

he, he smells your fear nearby

you feel your anger slowly build

let's say good bye old man

have a nice try

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