There once was a man
Who played the guitar
He played it wide
And he played it far
He played for the wicked
He played for the meek
And there were flames in his eyes
As he started to speak
And he said
When the fires are burning bright
And only flames light up the night
The age of man's reign will cease
And all will bow before the beast
The only hint of hope is this
Create a world where trust exists
And on the throne we'll all take turns
As the Mona Lisa burns