you can take me back to heaven
but i would follow you to hell
at this distance it makes no difference
if you flew or if you fell
the good guys always win
cause the winners live to tell
please be gentle to my memory
i mean well
when our empire turns to dust
who will live to tell the story of us?
i serve the king of a castle made of sand
i will turn the tide or i will die by his command
the good guys always lose
because they play by a different rule
please be gentle to my memory
i have been a fool
when our empire turns to dust
who will live to tell the story of us?
light trickles through the cracks in the wall
young hammers make the mark of the beat
the good guys always lose
cause they don't know that they are bad
please be gentle to my memory
i have done bad
when our empires turn to dust
who will live to tell the story of us?