no fucking rounds can hit him   no, no chain made can hold him   don't make that one mistake   turn your back your life he'll take   no, no standing army can turn him   the politicians don't understand him   he burns with fire, shines with hate   down on their knees to accept their fate   he is the pharao   the man who's shaping our destiny   madness - noone may stop - try   he lives to kill   he is the pharao   who knows what he has in store   just one more nasty surprise   we must prepare to strike back   he's just like a loaded gun   in the hand of a child   there is no time to run   he senses your presence close   he, he smells your fear nearby   you feel your anger slowly build   let's say good bye old man   have a nice try   [chorus]