Just beyond the neon lights
Where the city is full of rats
It's a neverending fight
Between good 'n' evil
You must be strong or you will die
You've got the guts
And got the power
To break out
So you ain't running..
This is your story
It's all about you
Yeah, it's all about you
Wrathchild
You beat up everyone in your way
Never satisfied
With a wall all around you
But you ain't gonna lose
'Cause you're the one
Who can break the chains
Oh you ain't gonna lose
'Cause you're the one
To run through hell and flames!
You ain't gonna lose
'Cause you're the one
Who can break the chains
Ah you ain't gonna lose
'Cause you're the one
You're the one
You ain't gonna lose!Later...
When is later?
All you ever hear is "Later, Henrik, Henrik, later."
"Yes, we know, Henrik,
Oh, Henrik, Everyone agrees, Henrik, Please, Henrik!"
You have a thought you're fairly bursting with,
A personal discovery or problem, and it's:
"What's your rush, Henrik?
Shush, Henrik!
Goodness, how you gush, Henrik!
Hush, Henrik!"
You murmur:
"I only-- It's just that--"
"For God's sake, later, Henrik!"
"Henrik... Who is Henrik?
Oh, that lawyer's son, the one who mumbles.
Short and boring,
Yes, he's hardly worth ignoring,
And who cares if he's all dammed--"
I beg your pardon--
"Up inside?"
As I've often stated,
It's intolerable being tolerated.
"Reassure Henrik, Poor Henrik. Henrik, you'll endure
Being pure, Henrik."
Though I've been born, I've never been!
How can I wait around for later?
I'll be ninety on my deathbead
And the late, or, rather, later, Henrik Egerman.
Doesn't anything begin?