I Want To Conquer The World

(albüm: No Control - 1989)

Hey, Brother Christian, with your high and mighty errand.
Your actions speak so loud, I can't hear a word you're saying.
Hey, Sister Bleeding Heart, with all of your compassion.
Your labors soothe the hurt but can't assuage temptation.

Hey, man of science, with your perfect rules of measure.
Can you improve this place with the data that you gather?
Hey, Mother Mercy, can your loins bear fruit forever?
Is your fecundity a trammel or a treasure?

And I want to conquer the world,
Give all the idiots a brand new religion,
Put an end to poverty, uncleanliness and toil,
Promote equality in all of my decisions
With a quick wink of the eye
And a "God, you must be joking!"

Hey, Mr. Diplomat, with your worldly aspirations.
Did you see your children cry when you left them at the station?
Hey, moral soldier, you've got righteous proclamations,
And precious tomes to fuel your pulpy conflagrations.

And I want to conquer the world,
Give all the idiots a brand new religion,
Put an end to poverty, uncleanliness and toil,
Promote equality in all of my decisions

I want to conquer the world,
Expose the culprits and feed them to the children,
Do away with air pollution and then I'll save the whales.
We'll have peace on earth and global communion.

I want to conquer the world!
I want to conquer the world!
I want to conquer the world!
I want to conquer the world!