Terminal Show - Motörhead

The golden eyed creature sits back on his throne

Gazes at us in despair

Six hundred guests, humanity’s best

Are wondering why they are there

All roads lead here, all roads are burned

Have we digested the things we have learned?

Have we a chance when the dead rise and dance?

Have we the time for the final romance?

We better find out the name of the game

Chance of a future frozen and grim

Or of a quick death brought here on a whim

Why are we here?

Does anyone know?

Why are we here at the terminal show?

The blind king has secrets dark and morose

He’d like it if we were like him

All the dark days spent in the maze

Have made a new man of him

All roads lead here, all roads are closed

Are we quite certain of all that we know?

Are we miscast or do we hold fast?

Have we the time for the final repast?

We better find out the name of the game

Chance of a new world sunny and fine

Or of a burning, a branded design

Why are we here?

We don’t even know

Why are we here at the terminal show?

The red queen is sleeping, lost in a dream

She wakes and she sleeps all alone

All of her fears are crowded in here

Laughing they pick at her bones

All roads lead here, none lead away

Are we quite certain we’re here anyway?

Have we been wise or are we despised?

Have we the time for our final demise?

We better find out the name of the game

Chance of a lost world, rain and dismay

Pick up your belongings, we all have to pay

Why are the vultures circling above?

Why can’t we fight for the right to our blood?

We are demented, everyone knows

Misrepresented, coming to blows

Why are we here?

We don’t even know

Why are we here at the terminal show?