Anvil

Senile King

Times are changing and you'll soon have the power

The weak before the strong will break down and cower

Decrepit choices made for you and me

Archaic ploys with no future there to see

Selling arms to support the contras

Runs the world just like the Costra Nostra

Times are changing

Rearranging

Senile king

And when you disagree and rally in protest

Who will win this death-defying contest?

Tables turning

Bridges burning

Senile king

Will destroy

The more I think about it, less sense of it I make

They'll never pay for deeds made in aged haste

No, instead they'll die high up in ivory towers

But just how old will you be in your finest hour?

Tides are shifting

Sands are sifting