The secert rulers of the worldnHave stolen my girlnThe whisked her away in a black limousinenAnd that was the last of her I'd ever seenn'Cause they knew that her heart was the purest of purenThrough unbearable suffering she would endurenWhen she told of the lies and the hatred the spreadnAnd how blood of blind children was used in their breadnSo she opened her mouth to the cold lizard tonguenThat was speaking in code of the work to be donenTo be sure that the truthful are made to look madnAnd the starving feed ashes, for which they are gladn'Cause her brain was a camera, they just had to looknAnd they sensed she was wise from the pictures she tooknWhich were not unlike anything you've ever seennTo be drowning in honey, awake in a dreamnnThe secret rulers of the worldnThey have stolen my girlnThe whisked her away in the black limousinenAnd that was the last of her I'd ever seennAnd that was the last of her I'd ever seen