you can take me back to heaven
but i would follow you to hell
at this distance it makes no difference

if you flew or if you fell
the good guys always win
cause the winners live to tell

please be gentle to my memory
i mean well


when our empire turns to dust
who will live to tell the story of us?


i serve the king of a castle made of sand
i will turn the tide or i will die by his command
the good guys always lose

because they play by a different rule
please be gentle to my memory
i have been a fool


when our empire turns to dust
who will live to tell the story of us?


light trickles through the cracks in the wall
young hammers make the mark of the beat

the good guys always lose
cause they don't know that they are bad
please be gentle to my memory

i have done bad

when our empires turn to dust

who will live to tell the story of us?