Текст песни Live by the Sword

They live by the sword but they die of old age
They should spend their last wretched days in a cage
Not surrounded by comfort and pawns of their ilk
Their final few statements come sounding through silk

Tyrants in spirit if not by law,
Devoid of all conscience lifting their jaw
Half-baked Medici without the art,
Punk Mussolini without the smarts
Drunk drivers shooting face in the dark, but none of them ever in harm's way
None of them ever in harm's way

Of course we have seen their kind before,
But never so low and so close to shore
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They'll be multiple thousands of victims too late

They live by the sword but die of old age
No end in sight as they step off the stage,

Someone else suffers for every mistake
They have and they have and they take what they take
Justice for those without means without ways
The one thing you learn is that ruthlessness pays,

They live by the sword but die of old age
Should spend their last wretched days in a cage,
No end in sight as they step off the stage
They live by the sword but die of old age.