Wrong Place, Right Time
Fall
I used to think I could do what I wanted to
Walk the streets of complete full homes
Wrong place, but I'm bound
To stick with what I intend to see through
Right time but there's miles in between
I keep on knocking but there's no bugger in
I have to sing Gothic, boo hoo
A new reign not to be forgotten
Right time and Britain is mine
And all peasants will know Oranj
Peasants smile: big shine
Very happy under rule of Oranj
You can whine under rule of Oranj
He is deranged, I am William of Oranj
I can't wait to taste anthrax turf again
I an Oranj I have paid dues to the one
Who's number one in heaven
As in Heaven so in Britain
(By Oranj I am Oranj I am one)
Cursed forever is William of Oranj
Cursed forever is William of Oranj
Cursed forever is William of Oranj
Cursed forever is William of Oranj
Cursed forever is William of Oranj
Cursed forever is William of Oranj
Cursed forever is William of Oranj
Cursed forever is William of Oranj