House of Cards - Informatik

There’s a big man in charge who’s running the show

He’s a son with a gun and he wants you to know

He’s got plans for this world way beyond your control

So you better shut your mouth and do what you’re told

His family and friends aren’t content with their own

They won’t feel secure until they’ve stole all the gold

And hidden their treasure in their large off-shore homes

While he turns a blind eye from his ill-gotten throne

Like storm clouds in the sky

Our force is on the rise

A flood to quench the fire

And wash away your crimes

He thinks he’s king of the world, but he’s really a pawn

Of the corporate elite who make big money from war

They print the magazines and write the news reports

That keep us entertained and distract us with sports

We’re coming

Like storm clouds in the sky

Our force is on the rise

A flood to quench the fire

And wash away your crimes

There is blood on our hands;

there is mud on our souls

I’ve had all that I can;

I cannot take it no more

Lies built upon lies as wide as it’s tall

This old house of cards is just ready to fall

We’re coming

Like storm clouds in the sky

Our force is on the rise

A flood to quench the fire

And wash away your crimes