You can't trust your enemy, nor your friends, nor your foe
You can't sit down and argue, you have to always on the go
And never break the pagan's lap, you sure
But anyway, be careful on the boat the way you row
Up all again and all, Sarastro's self is sore
No future of the wealthy, sleep them sleeping out the door
Cause Babylon corrupt the place where them go
Well, for you and me
Kings come down, kings come down
A lot of youths miss