South Of London - Everon

Yet another election

In late 2004

One stupid little man

Four years more

I saw you on TV

Heard your rhetoric of power

Spoken in the tongue of fear

Star spangled banner

Stained with blood

Coercing allies

In the name of God

You will learn I am the Hydra

Cut my head off and two new ones will

Spring right from the wound

You’ve been a caring father

I’m the monster you created

In the end I’ll be your doom

I’m somewhere south of London

Somewhere north of Rome

Somewhere west of Baghdad

East of LA or near your home

I am waiting for you

Until the day I die

I’m playing tricks on you

So come and catch me, if you dare to try

I know your secrets

I sense your fear

The scent of your blood

Has led me here

I am feasting in your garden

I am eating at your table

And I am sleeping in your bed

I am the yield of your investment

The assets you have gathered

I’m the big catch in your net

I’m somewhere south of London

Somewhere north of Rome

Somewhere west of Baghdad

East of LA or near your home

I am waiting for you

Until the day I die

I’m playing tricks on you

So come and catch me, if you dare to try