There's a fallen angel on a throne in every capitalcity Ruling with "wisdom" that manipulates the children of this century Pulling the kings like puppets on strings bowing their knees to him Dancing on the head of the serpent Dancing on the head of the serpent His name is lust, his name is pride his name is deceptive knowledge But still he has a nail in his eye he can't buy the saints in the city He tries and he tries but they won't compromise they show him no mercy no pity And that's alright, that's alright Dancing on the head of the serpent He sits on a throne with an arrogant smile thinking he's gonna stay there forever But the King of the Saints is mounting His steps there is a judgement to settle And in a short moment his face turns surprised before he is thrown to the ground That's alright, that's alright Dancing on the head of the serpent Dancing on the head of the serpent