Tyrant's Head Lyrics

From the Future Touch insert:

I want but one delicious dish,
And that might be the Head of a Tyrant.
Dragons hide afraid of death.
Here comes the man with the toxic breath.
Run run run just as fast as you can.
Now eat that dish, the Tyrant's run away again.

Just lick your plate
'Cause you don't know if you will come back as a King
Or back as a Slave.

I got my chance, I can see the goal
I can see the future.
My blood is running cold.
I want this dish,
This delicious dish,
The Head of a Tyrant.

Now lick your plate
'Cause you don't know if you will come back as a King
Or back as a Slave.