You saw that only my blood lust could tear us apart
So you raided my artillery for a tranquiliser dart
You steadied; took your aim and shot me straight in the heart
Let your tender reign over me start
I spend the next twenty years with my head between your knees
All the while making sure you heard my cautionary pleas
There’s a price on my head at which nobody would sneeze
‘cos I sailed the, sailed the seven seas
Accumulating so many enemies
They would fall for me
And I would fall to you
And you’re the closest thing I’ll ever have to Waterloo
— Electric Six, “Watching Evil Empires Fall Apart”
