The lion comes to find his hopes and his dreams
But all he finds is our homes built from streams
Of the blood that flows from the corpse of the kill
And it runs as he goes through the hills
And the lion jumps
On his back
And he kills that f*cker dead
Well his mane's black as soot
And there'll be blood on his foot
There will be blood
There will be blood
There will be blood
He kills him good
There will be blood
He kills him