(Kilmister - Campbell - Dee) 

 

      The golden eyed creature sits back on his throne

Gazing at us in despair

Six hundred guests, humanity's best

Are wondering why they are there

All roads lead here, all roads are burned

Have we digested the things we have learned

Have we a chance when the dead rise and dance

Have we the time for the final romance

We better find out the name of the game

Chance of a future frozen and grim

Or of a quick death brought here on a whim

Why are we here does anyone know

Why are we here at the terminal show



The blind king has secrets dark and morose

He'd like it if we were like him

All the dark days spent in the maze

Have made a new man of him

All roads lead here, all roads are closed

Are we quite certain of all that we know

Are we miscast or do we hold fast

Have we the time for the final repast



We better find out

The name of the game

Chance of a new world sunny and fine

Or of a burning a branded design

Why are we here, we don't even know

Why are we here at the terminal show



The red queen is sleeping, lost in a dream

She wakes an dshe sleeps all alone

All of her fears are crowded in here

Laughing they pick at her bones

All roads lead here, none lead away

Are we quire certain we're here anyway

Have we been wise or are we despised

Have we the time for our final demise



We better find out

The name of the game

Chance of a lost world, rain and dismay

Pick up your belongings, we all have to pay

Why are the vultures circling above

Why can't we fight for the right to our blood

We are demented, everyone knows

Misrepresented, coming to blows

Why are we here, we don't even know

Why are we here at the terminal show