‘O the dead stalk the corridors of airports
It’s the dead
It’s the dead
It’s the God damn dead
It’s the dead that rule the world

It’s the guys writing poems in the streets of the world
It’s the guys writing poems for us all
It’s the sound that comes from deep in the heart
It’s the sounds jumping out from the air

It’s the dead
It’s the dead
It’s the God damn dead
It’s the dead that rule the world

Don’t let it get you down
Don’t let the fear bring you down
The hard rock sound
All men are born to be free

‘O the dead stalk the corridors of airports
It’s the dead that rule the world
It’s the dead
It’s the dead
It’s the God damn dead
It’s the dead that rule the world

It’s the face of a child that I see
It’s the rays of the sun in the sky
It’s the dogs chasing birds in the grass of the world
It’s the lovers that make the world free

‘O the dead stalk the corridors of airports
It’s the dead that rule this world
It’s the dead
It’s the dead
It’s the God damn dead
It’s the dead that rule the world