Here you are again
Out of the closet
Full of your old fashion skeletons
Pointing their finger
On all that’s different
Announcing the end that will come
Once you wore black
Once you wore white
Always in some disguise
But uniforms change
Your manners don’t
Playing the same old song
Hear the trumpets of the apocalypse
Ancient prophets now announce the end
Frustration on a choir of lunacy
The valkyries will ride
Back to their graves again
Behind a weapon or keyboard
A vulnerable biggot
Pretends to stand tall
Repressing feelings for years
Everyone’s a sinner
And pleasure disturbs
Once you wore black
Once you wore white
Always in some disguise
But uniforms change
Your manners don’t
Playing the same old song
Hear the trumpets of the apocalypse
Ancient prophets now announce the end
Frustration on a choir of lunacy
The valkyries will ride
Back to their graves again
Hear the trumpets of the apocalypse
Ancient prophets now announce the end
Frustration on a choir of lunacy
The valkyries will ride
Back to their graves again
Again
Again
