The Black Tide

Has oído?
El rey está muerto!
Quien es el nuevo rey?
Un hijo de puta!

Every dog must have its day
Empires wax and then they wane
Evil schemes and dirty deeds
Float on the black tide down the drain

In the Presidential Suite
Of the Hotel de los Muertos
Ghosts are turning down the beds
For the future dead heads of state
Put on your black tie
And prevaricate like a child
Dance a tango around the truth
And gild your Lily all the way

Every dog must have its day
Empires wax and then they wane
Evil schemes and dirty deeds
Float on the black tide down the drain

We can smell you in the wings
Whispering cues and pulling strings
You act like you're the Don
But we know when we've been crapped on
You want your star to shine and ascend
But your lies will trip you in the end
Your so-called loyal friends
Will pat you on the back
As they flush you down the U-bend

And be a good fellow
And put the toilet seat down on your way

Every dog must have its day
Empires wax and then they wane
Evil schemes and dirty deeds
Float on the black tide down the drain
Down the drain
Down the drain
Down the drain
Float on the black tide down the drain