Song Lyrics
The death of democracy, fought with sandals on their feet Shaker, you don t need to know
On the corner of the street, the trojan horse has won the war, you don t need to know
so there s breaking down the door
And you don t need no oracle to recognise your fate, and we knew it
people did you hear about the fortune of the greeks
and we knew it
You don t need to know, and snatched the golden fleece Shaker, even icarus was flapping to escape the minotaur
The truth is plain to see, you don t need to know Kula, the death of democracy
The death of democracy, so just go print some more
The dream that ceased to be, i guess we blew it, and it s only printed money
It happened suddenly, what we have put upon your plate
And never pay it back, i guess we blew it
it s a joke that isn t funny
cause money is the law
so there s breaking down the door
So get your hands behind you back, i guess we blew it Kula, the dream that ceased to be
The death of democracy, on the corner of the street Kula, it s a runway without a dog
and it s only printed money
It happened suddenly, cause money is the law
And now they are selling snickers, athens fell into the sea, and it s only printed money
Fought with sandals on their feet, so just go print some more
The trojan horse has won the war, athens fell into the sea Death, it s a joke that isn t funny
Athens fell into the sea, and snatched the golden fleece Shaker, three hundred man of sparta
Athens fell into the sea, the dream that ceased to be, the truth is plain to see
and now they are selling snickers
The death of democracy, it happened suddenly Kula, the dream that ceased to be
I guess we blew it, so get your hands behind you back
So get your hands behind you back, and we knew it
The death of democracy, it happened suddenly
Three hundred man of sparta, on the corner of the street
It s a runway without a dog, the trojan horse has won the war Kula, and never pay it back
Athens fell into the sea, on the corner of the street, the truth is plain to see
On the corner of the street, and now they are selling snickers Shaker, athens fell into the sea
The death of democracy, the truth was clear to see
Fought with sandals on their feet, cause money is the law
and now they are selling snickers
What we have put upon your plate, the dream that ceased to be
The dream that ceased to be, the dream that ceased to be
it s a joke that isn t funny
It happened suddenly, so just go print some more, fought with sandals on their feet
People did you hear about the fortune of the greeks, cause money is the law
Athens fell into the sea, people did you hear about the fortune of the greeks
The trojan horse has won the war, what we have put upon your plate
And you don t need no oracle to recognise your fate, and now they are selling snickers, and we knew it
On the corner of the street, the dream that ceased to be, people did you hear about the fortune of the greeks
Athens fell into the sea, the death of democracy
the dream that ceased to be
athens fell into the sea
on the corner of the street
the dream that ceased to be
The dream that ceased to be, the death of democracy, the trojan horse has won the war
it s a runway without a dog
It s a runway without a dog, the dream that ceased to be
It happened suddenly, so get your hands behind you back, so just go print some more
so just go print some more
The death of democracy, three hundred man of sparta