Ezekiel Jackson

So listen up now degenerate masses,

You aint gonna learn it in your high school classes,

Cause it aint written down and you know that's its true,

There's a lot of famous people with less talent than you,

Well fame they say can be a serious earner,

So put your great unknown on the afterburner,

The story so far is one hell of a mess,

So come on let me lead you through the wilderness,



I'm a man with a plan.

They come from all over saying "Help me Please",

I cant see the wood for the proverbial trees,

It aint as simple as a line and a compass,

Always shadows in the alley getting ready to jump us,

The trick is to look straight ahead and not be blinded

The people at the top don't need to be reminded,

They're only as good as their last idea,

A future guaranteed - get outa here



I'm a man with a plan.



So all you out there waiting on tables,

Jamming up traffic, or laying down cables,

Tune into the plan on the broadcast news,

Stop wasting your time looking for clues,

'Cos there aint no need for you to scrape and suffer,

Wise up man, get hipper, get tougher,

Everybody can play in the illusion game,

Take one step forward when you hear this name,



I'm a man with a plan.



(Yeah)

(Something you can understand)

(Do ya know one thing)

(Guess what)

Performed by The Chapel of Rock

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Intro Edit

I've had enough, I'll make 'em see

They'll never take another drop of blood from me

And judge you all, one final bow

I'll be your end of days



Blood in the streets, the royals fall

I will do what I must 'til I see them crawl up to me

Where they will see, I'll be your end of days

I'll be your end of days

I'll be your end of days



Black-robed judges bring the gavel down, goodbye

Tell me all the ways that I went wrong

They'd lock us up forever, give 'em half a chance

Out of sight, out of mind

Same old dance



Keep the rebels down, kill their every sound

The more you try to silence me, the more I'm gaining ground



I've had enough, I'll make 'em see

They'll never take another drop of blood from me

And judge you all, one final bow

I'll be your end of days



Blood in the streets, the royals fall

I will do what I must 'til I see them crawl up to me

Where they will see, I'll be your end of days

I'll be your end of days



Painted smile, glad hands

Pick your pocket, money gone

Laughin' to themselves, and forget your name

Make up any promise as they go and sell your future

We all had a vote, tell me who's to blame



Keep the rebels down, kill their every sound

The more you try to silence me, the more I'm gaining ground



I've had enough, I'll make 'em see

They'll never take another drop of blood from me

And judge you all, one final bow

I'll be your end of days



Blood in the streets, the royals fall

I will do what I must 'til I see them crawl up to me

Where they will see, I'll be your end of days

I'll be your end of days

I'll be your end of days

Alternate titles: "The Corre Theme" & "Wade Barrett Theme" - Jim Johnston APRA page

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V4; Intro Cut

I've had enough, I'll make 'em see

They'll never take another drop of blood from me

And judge you all, one final bow

I'll be your end of days



Blood in the streets, the royals fall

I will do what I must 'til I see them crawl up to me

Where they will see, I'll be your end of days

I'll be your end of days

I'll be your end of days



Black-robed judges bring the gavel down, goodbye

Tell me all the ways that I went wrong

They'd lock us up forever, give 'em half a chance

Out of sight, out of mind

Same old dance



Keep the rebels down, kill their every sound

The more you try to silence me, the more I'm gaining ground



I've had enough, I'll make 'em see

They'll never take another drop of blood from me

And judge you all, one final bow

I'll be your end of days



Blood in the streets, the royals fall

I will do what I must 'til I see them crawl up to me

Where they will see, I'll be your end of days

I'll be your end of days



Painted smile, glad hands

Pick your pocket, money gone

Laughin' to themselves, and forget your name

Make up any promise as they go and sell your future

We all had a vote, tell me who's to blame



Keep the rebels down, kill their every sound

The more you try to silence me, the more I'm gaining ground



I've had enough, I'll make 'em see

They'll never take another drop of blood from me

And judge you all, one final bow

I'll be your end of days



Blood in the streets, the royals fall

I will do what I must 'til I see them crawl up to me

Where they will see, I'll be your end of days

I'll be your end of days

I'll be your end of days

Alternate titles: "The Corre Theme" & "Wade Barrett Theme" - Jim Johnston APRA page

V4; Intro Edit