Hey come awaynWhat see my eyesnIll thoughts on my mindnThese bitter daysnnWe move undercovernAs crowds delivernThe crown to the foul and the dumbnnDay come againnPray save my sonnFrom the trench and the gunnThese wicked daysnnThe masses are cradled and fednThey've long lost the use of their headsnWe are fading fastnOur numbers are failing at lastnSo let's kill the king once againnnSpeak not againnKnow you my heartnAs we stand worlds apartnThese troubled days